So I get a text that I am not riding my bike enough because it is growing cob webs in the garage... Part of me is laughing, because that just sounds funny! I had just been out on it last weekend, so either there are very active spiders, or it just isn't so. The other and bigger part of me is just flat out ashamed. While I have mostly healed up since the accident, I avoided riding to work again. (managed to get over that thouh, and rode to and from work again, right through the same intersection.) Then I let myself get flustered and overwhelmed right around home. One mistake upset me, which led to making another, which led to gettting rattled and unsure of myself. Not sure how it is, that a scare gets to nag at you and eat away at you the longer you avoid facing it again. I am fortunate that my husband understands that and urges me to get back out there and get beyond it.
So, I have lowers on my bike now, and bags, and a new windshield. I was able to ride through the high winds of the gorge. Now I have also been able to ride to work and right through the same intersection where the accident happened. I was able to get beyond the feeling of being flustered, and realized that I DO know how to ride and a mistake or two does not change that.
Now if the weather would cooperate, I am actually looking forward to riding again! We have a ride on August 18th that will be full of those other bikes, and I am anxious to get out there and show them how awesome Triumphs are! It is another anxiety for me though, in that I hate being boxed in to the parade formation with people I don't know. I had a real close call on a toy run when the harley ahead of me suddenly stalled and locked up mid span on a bridge and in order to avoid a pile up, I had to swerve and get REAL close to the rail while the bike behind me bumped the back of the bike that had been in front of me.
Here's to facing fears again. Geesh I am so excited to go on the ride, I am not sure that the ride style is really bothering me after all this time. I'll just be ready to swerve and avoid. Riding off my husband's six is going to be fun.
