A few years back while at the WSB races in Monterey CA, my '95 Sprint gave up the ghost, and I hopped on the back of my friend's Road King.
The last time I rode on the back of somebody else's bike had to be at least 30 years prior to this, due to another "unscheduled stop".
And here's what I "rediscovered".
Even though my friend is a very experienced and very good rider, I absolutely HATED the feeling that I was dependent on somebody else's ability to ride well.(and that especially means riding DEFENSIVELY)
So....I guess I have to give my wife a lot o' credit for her "faith" in my abilities in this matter, whenever she's seated behind me on the BA.
To paraphrase Kipling..."you're a better[and braver] pillion than I, Gunga Din...er, I mean Judie!"
Cheers,
Your "Control Freak",
Dwight
