Saturday, June 26

Easy rider

Tonight, I rode a motorcycle for the first time. My friend's husband graciously gave me a ride on his bike, enabling me to cross one more thing off my to-do-before-30 list. It was amazing. It was terrifying, yet ... fun. My legs haven't stopped quivering yet (delayed reaction? terror? I'm not sure), and I haven't stopped smiling. I kept thinking, "One wrong move and I'm toast," but at the same time, wow. There's a reason why our mothers warn us about such things. It was like riding a roller coaster ... no, I don't like roller coasters. It was like falling in the love for the first time: You know it's probably a bad idea, and if you get thrown, you'll be a crumpled heap of nothing, but damn! what a way to go.

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