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I SURVIVED
May. 10th, 2008 11:53 amLast night when I got home I was ambushed.
Josh and his bike were out in the driveway, with an extra helmet and set of gloves sitting on the trunk of his car. Panic set in as soon as I saw those. I asked him what he was doing. He said it was a beautiful night and he'd been out riding. I asked why Deanne was here (it was her helmet sitting on his car), and he said she wasn't, he'd just borrowed it. Then he said we were going out for a ride!
Please note that while I think motorcycles look cool and everything, I am *terrified* of being on one. It's not so much the bike itself that scares me, but rather all the other drivers on the road. I have the same fear with regular bicycles - I like riding them fine, but if anyone or anything gets near me (pedestrian, car, another bike, fire hydrant, whatever), I panic and usually crash. So I don't ride bikes. Why don't horses scare me? Because they can't go 80+ mph, and if something is on a collision course with them, they'll get out of the way!
Anyway. This wasn't the first time I'd been ambushed and tried to be forced onto the bike, but I guess last night after more than two years of fighting it I just cracked. I was in a good mood after hanging out with some friends at the stable, and I guess I finally decided to face the inevitable.
I think I only screamed two or three times.
I don't know how long we were out, 30-45 minutes maybe. I had my eyes shut for much of the time in the beginning so I wouldn't panic, but it turned out to not be so bad; it was a little like being on a rollercoaster what with the wind rushing by. I just tried not to think about how fast we were going and to not look at the ground. Most of the time I was fine, just when we took some sharper turns and he sped WAY up it freaked me out.
So while I got through it and it wasn't horrible, I'll stick to horses, thanks!
Josh and his bike were out in the driveway, with an extra helmet and set of gloves sitting on the trunk of his car. Panic set in as soon as I saw those. I asked him what he was doing. He said it was a beautiful night and he'd been out riding. I asked why Deanne was here (it was her helmet sitting on his car), and he said she wasn't, he'd just borrowed it. Then he said we were going out for a ride!
Please note that while I think motorcycles look cool and everything, I am *terrified* of being on one. It's not so much the bike itself that scares me, but rather all the other drivers on the road. I have the same fear with regular bicycles - I like riding them fine, but if anyone or anything gets near me (pedestrian, car, another bike, fire hydrant, whatever), I panic and usually crash. So I don't ride bikes. Why don't horses scare me? Because they can't go 80+ mph, and if something is on a collision course with them, they'll get out of the way!
Anyway. This wasn't the first time I'd been ambushed and tried to be forced onto the bike, but I guess last night after more than two years of fighting it I just cracked. I was in a good mood after hanging out with some friends at the stable, and I guess I finally decided to face the inevitable.
I think I only screamed two or three times.
I don't know how long we were out, 30-45 minutes maybe. I had my eyes shut for much of the time in the beginning so I wouldn't panic, but it turned out to not be so bad; it was a little like being on a rollercoaster what with the wind rushing by. I just tried not to think about how fast we were going and to not look at the ground. Most of the time I was fine, just when we took some sharper turns and he sped WAY up it freaked me out.
So while I got through it and it wasn't horrible, I'll stick to horses, thanks!
