So, here's the story. And many of you FBers already heard it, but perhaps not the details...
I got my motorcycle license. I did a weekend class and rode a bike for about 16 hours that weekend. It was fun and challenging and tiring and I really liked it. We rode 150s. Now, I don't really know what that means, other than they are *very* small (manageable) bikes.
So, why I thought it was okay to try to ride Jay's bike is really beyond me. In fact, I got on it and said to myself: "self, there is no way this is a good idea." But I tried. And I failed. It's a way big bike and not-at-all manageable for me. I made it to the end of the driveway and when I stopped, put my foot down to stop the bike, it was too heavy and the bike and I went down. On my arse (I had a nice bruise for more than a week) I went, and on it's side the bike went. LUCKILY, the neighbor was out weed-whacking and came over to help me lift the bike off the ground (it took both of us to lift it). He turned it around for me and I drove back home and parked it.
The whole family was in the car within an hour, headed out to look at more appropriate motorcycles for me to drive. Well, you'd think all dealerships would be open on Memorial Day, but that wasn't the case. Volkswagen was open though.
And I came home with my dream car: VW Jetta SportWagen TDI. Turbo. and Diesel. and panoramic sun roof. yes, panoramic. It's decked out and beautiful and I love it.
I will re-learn how to drive a motorcycle next summer, but for now I look for any excuse to drive my car.