Got my motorcycle license on Friday, so excited I was about it, I bought a bike that evening. I recieved the bike Saturday morning, test rode it for a bit, psyched by the fun it’ll bring.
Spend the rest of Saturday night being told off by friends and fam for buying the bike and how likely I’ll be killed by it.
Sunday afternoon was spent standing in my garage, holding my helmet, looking at the bike. I couldn’t even get on it.
I’ve become completly scared shitless of my bike overnight and I don’t really know what to do now.
You get on that damn bike, cowboy, you ride these streets like you own ‘em, that’s what you do. You revel in the fact that traffic means nothing now, that you’ll feel the wind in a way nobody in a car can even understand. If it’s safe enough for cops, it’s safe enough for you.
That’s what you do.
