I crashed Matt’s new bike, Yep that’s what I said. It really happened. To start things off, I am ok. I am bruised and sore and very mad at myself but I didn’t break anything except my ego. Here’s the story: Recently I have wanted to learn how to ride. But because we have 3 children having the time to t
each me just hasn’t been easy. Well last weekend all the kids were gone except for Lily. While we were in Gilbert dropping Naomi off we decided to stop at Fire Bird Race Way. While Matt, Lily, and I all watched the bikes going around on the race track I got inspired to learn. I saw 5 chicks racing these bikes. So I say to myself,” If she can do it I can do it”. HA HA HA NO that is not true!! Don’t be so quick to think you can do something just because someone else can. Trust Me!! So when we got home I jokingly told Matt he should teach me to ride, and he said ok. After a wonderful lunch and long naps we got up around 5pm. I decided then was the best time. Let’s go! After teaching me the ropes I was doing really well for about an hour; then I learn how to shift into 2nd gear. Again I am doing pretty well; except I was still learning about the extra things you have
to do with shifting. So off I go for the LAST time around (I told myself) it was about nine and I getting cold. (Oh I should tell you that I am doing this in my neighborhood, a small community of only 59 houses which are mostly empty. It is a gated one way entrance with a circular road, so I didn't have to worry about cars) Ok so my first mistake: I shift in the middle of a big curve. If you haven’t ridden a motorcycle before you need to know that you don't turn the bike, you lean and push down on the side that you want to go. Well it was too much for my brain to comprehend. I tried down shifting to slow down but by this point I realize that I haven’t turned at all and I am heading full speed toward the curb/sidewalk. I decide to try to brake using the foot brake and hand break, but I just end up giving it more gas. I jumped the curb, flew off the bike, and landed in the street. Matt and Lily were running to me even before I went down because he could tell that I was going down by the sound of the bike. Well the rest is just Matt pampering me. But the bike? Well it is pretty messed up. So the moral of the story (besides when you get hurt really bad you get pampered!) Is stop while you’re ahead. Don’t let inspiration gage your bravery. It could just end up hurting your ego, and causing a fortune to fix!
Dena
each me just hasn’t been easy. Well last weekend all the kids were gone except for Lily. While we were in Gilbert dropping Naomi off we decided to stop at Fire Bird Race Way. While Matt, Lily, and I all watched the bikes going around on the race track I got inspired to learn. I saw 5 chicks racing these bikes. So I say to myself,” If she can do it I can do it”. HA HA HA NO that is not true!! Don’t be so quick to think you can do something just because someone else can. Trust Me!! So when we got home I jokingly told Matt he should teach me to ride, and he said ok. After a wonderful lunch and long naps we got up around 5pm. I decided then was the best time. Let’s go! After teaching me the ropes I was doing really well for about an hour; then I learn how to shift into 2nd gear. Again I am doing pretty well; except I was still learning about the extra things you have
to do with shifting. So off I go for the LAST time around (I told myself) it was about nine and I getting cold. (Oh I should tell you that I am doing this in my neighborhood, a small community of only 59 houses which are mostly empty. It is a gated one way entrance with a circular road, so I didn't have to worry about cars) Ok so my first mistake: I shift in the middle of a big curve. If you haven’t ridden a motorcycle before you need to know that you don't turn the bike, you lean and push down on the side that you want to go. Well it was too much for my brain to comprehend. I tried down shifting to slow down but by this point I realize that I haven’t turned at all and I am heading full speed toward the curb/sidewalk. I decide to try to brake using the foot brake and hand break, but I just end up giving it more gas. I jumped the curb, flew off the bike, and landed in the street. Matt and Lily were running to me even before I went down because he could tell that I was going down by the sound of the bike. Well the rest is just Matt pampering me. But the bike? Well it is pretty messed up. So the moral of the story (besides when you get hurt really bad you get pampered!) Is stop while you’re ahead. Don’t let inspiration gage your bravery. It could just end up hurting your ego, and causing a fortune to fix!
Dena
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Ok so it has been a week since the CRASH, and matt already pulled the broken motercycle card. I wanted to cry!! I still feel so bad for what happened. He could have waited a little longer before pulling the guilt trip..... MEN!
Aww! When Daniel totaled his friends bike it took a while for everyone to come to terms with it. Daniel had his responsibility for riding it, and his friend had his responsibility for allowing him to. So...It will pass
Dena
I am so glad that you are ok. Thank God! You are so brave to want to learn though, and I am sure that if your husband thinks about it, that might just be one of the things he loves about you. By the way this is Christina, I don't know how to get a username yet.
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