The Halo hides my Horns
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Bolingbrook, IL
Location: Bolingbrook, IL
Years Riding: 1 year
How you found us: Google
Brianne actually talked *me* into getting a motorcycle. We started riding when she bought herself a Ninja 250 as a graduation present and insisted I get a bike too.
Before she bought the Ninja, I tried to dissuade her with You Tube videos of left turn crashes and people hurting themselves and all sort of stupid stuff that happens to even the best of riders. But she insisted she wanted a "sport bike".
After she went through the MSF she went from being afraid of the bike to looking *very* confident. In fact, she's probably a more consistent rider than I am. But I *hated* riding with her for the first month or two...I was constantly watching her in the mirrors, I would slow or speed up to position us better on roads, and I'd always take the easiest routs rather then the more sensible routs between places. It was very stressful on me and ruined my riding experience...which I made the mistake of voicing to her once...I got bitched at for weeks for mentioning that it stresses me and I worry about her getting hit...never about her skill as a rider...I think she's a fine rider, especially on the Ninja 250.
After a while though, I realized I just can't baby her and I can't stress about it. I worry when she rides to work or go out somewhere on her own, not that her riding *With* me makes her more protected...I don't know...I guess I just can't stand the thought of losing her, and I'm reminded of the possibility every time I read another "rider killed by cager" post.
Just the other day I nearly had a heart attack...we were riding back from Safety First late Tuesday night, and I was riding a little spirited. Just going a little faster than traffic and leaning a little more through turns. We are about 1 mile from our house and I rail through this turn (all proud of myself for it being very smooth) and I check my mirrors to see how she's handling the turn (she's a bit timid leaning over the SV compared to the Ninja 250)....and she's gone...just not there! My heart jumped up to my throat and I nearly jumped the median on the SV motoard style flipping a U-Turn to go back and see where she's at, totally in fear that she got clipped by a cager and is laying in the middle of the road...I just couldn't get that image out of my mind (a good imagination isn't always a good thing).
Turns out, she went straight at the light rather then railed around the turn like I did and I panicked about nothing. So yeah, even a year later I'm still touchy about her being out there with all those unfocused cagers.