Riding

Rode my CB-1 to work today. It was very windy and I was cautious; I took the back roads and avoided the highway. I have unrealistic fears, still, despite the motorcycle class. I am cautious with a capital C. However I did notice certain spots on the road in which I definitely felt more confident, so perhaps the secret is just to ride. To ride longer and gradually better.

That is so obvious and yet so... frustrating. I want a secret. I want instant success. I have channelled the attitude of America, the desire for results without work. Ha ha. I want to just KNOW how to ride without having to work for it. I want magic. I'm a pathetic lazy sod.

I have not yet ridden the Monster again. Ross has several times, and he said he could understand why it scared me. That makes me feel better, but it doesn't make me want to rush into riding the Monster again. I'm more interested in getting back on the VFR. I'm glad I didn't sell it yet; it is a sweet bike.

Part of the challenge of dealing with a motorcycle is the sheer difficulty of dealing with this large mass of metal, of understanding the ways in which it moves and the ways in which you, as a smaller, frailer mass of flesh, can manipulate it.