Parked it and left it

Two whole days and nights went by of not riding. For me, that sucks. Problem is that I got a freelance job with an ad agency and the hours have been grueling. I get home when it’s dark, and Jason doesn’t want me riding at night by myself until I …

Helmets

The first time I put on a full-face motorcycle helmet some months ago, I could barely get it on my head. I thought it was too tight, because it squished my cheeks in, and I could barely speak clearly. Thinking back, barely able to speak clearly was a sign that …

Fixing the bike

After Jason tested Georgia and agreed she had a problem, he went online and figured out that the screen in the petcock had buildup. So, I grabbed a bucket and some tools, disconnected the fuel lines from the carburetors, drained the gas tank and removed the petcock. Sure enough, there …

First solo ride into the city

I reached a hallmark in my motorcycle riding experience: I rode solo into Manhattan, aka “The City.” I took the Brooklyn Bridge this time, since it’s easier to get to the west side from there than the Manhattan Bridge. I decided to take the west side streets, because I’m more …

Wet ride

This weekend, I had my first ride on wet pavement. I took it slow and carefully. I don’t think I’d enjoy riding in the rain. At the same time, I’ve got the bug. I’m sure once I feel I have enough experience, I’ll ride in the rain anyway. I still …

First ride into the city

New York City is a scary place to ride a motorcycle. The notorious cab drivers, Chinese delivery guys riding the wrong way on bicycles, mini-vans full of religious people, people on their cell phones who should get their licenses revoked, drivers from New Jersey (haha), etc. We rode across the …

Practice practice practice

Jason has been reminding me every day to practice riding. Work has been slow, so I’ve had plenty of time during daylight hours to get on the bike and ride. I’ve been staying in the neighborhood, though, practicing slow turns, counterbalancing, and gunning it to third gear. I only missed …

My first 3-mile ride

Since Jason went straight to the shop to get Georgia, I went to meet him and ride home with him. But the shop’s location is on a busy street, and I wasn’t ready to ride a four-lane street. So, Jason took Georgia to Williamsburg, a familiar neighborhood about 3 miles …