Motorcycle Diaries

Most summer weekends there’s a couple motorcycle classes running in the parking lot at Bunker Hill Community College. Though I can’t say I’ve ever really wanted a motorcycle, I have always wanted to at least know how to ride one. This weekend I finally took the plunge. Here’s a picture of the bike I’m riding for the course (they supply helmets too).

The class I signed up for runs Friday evening 6-9, Saturday 8-4, and Sunday 7-12. It’s a mix of classroom and on-bike instruction, and at the end of it (assuming I pass the evaluation) I’ll receive my motorcycle license in the mail in a few weeks.

I just completed day two, and all that remains is a bit more riding in the morning followed by the evaluation. It’s been a lot of fun, and both easier and harder than I expected. Getting the bike moving was easier than I thought it would be; coordinating both hands and both feet for stops on the other hand is definitely one of my weak spots. Knowing how to drive a stick-shift car has helped, but not as much as I’d hoped. And one thing I should have expected but didn’t was how brutally sore my legs would be, even after just a few hours on the bike. It reminds me of the first time I went horseback riding as a kid at summer camp.

It’s easy to see why people fall in love with riding. The experience was powerful and exhilarating, even at barely more than 15 mph on a diminutive bike. I don’t know that I’d actually buy a motorcycle, but if nothing else this has been a really cool way to spend the holiday weekend.