Yesterday was rather exciting in that Tracie, who I know from middle school and was visiting from Seattle, was in town, so her and me and Carolyn and Dee got together. Even more exciting was the fact that I rode on the back of Carolyn’s motorcycle to get there.
This is the second time in my entire life I’d been on a motorcycle. The first time, I was 16, in the middle of freaking Louisa county, and riding behind my friend Crystal’s dad, who was apparently drunk at the time. My knowledge of his intoxication was far overwhelmed by the fact that I was ecstatic at the prospect of riding on a motorcycle, along with the fact that I was indeed 16 and didn’t know better. It didn’t help that I was wearing flip-flops, shorts, and a horse-riding helmet.
In any case, this time around was a lot safer, in that I was wearing jeans, boots (hiking boots, but still beats flip-flops), and a proper motorcycle helmet. That, and Carolyn was sober. This experience, or I should specify, the beginning part of this experience, was much more terrifying. I suspect it has to do with the fact that I’m
28 29 rather then 16, so my sense of mortality is a bit stronger then it used to be. Nonetheless, once I realised that I wasn’t going to slide off anytime in the near future, it became highly enjoyable. It might have also helped that I was all hopped up on painkillers from the insanely annoying cramps I was experiencing. On a related note, riding on the back of a motorcycle feels like I’m sitting on top of the world’s largest vibrator. So that’s a bonus, right there!
In any case, I am definitely looking forward to riding around again, as it is super fun and I can pretend I’m on a magic roller coaster full of traffic!