I'll just cut to the chase, remember that motorcycle class I was
taking? Well I failed. I made it through the entire second day, but
then during the exam I made a huge mistake and dropped the bike. On
me. While it was going.
Needless to say, falling down and dragging yourself along the pavement
with a bike on you during the final is an autofail.
The worst part is that while there were definitely things I was
struggling with, the thing I messed up on was something I had
successfully done several times just prior to f'ing it up. And I knew
exactly what I did wrong.
Although I must say, I spent a good portion of today really flustered.
Yesterday we had two really mellow calm coaches and today one of the
coaches was way more high strung. I have to admit that I never felt
comfortable around him and it really put me on the wrong foot all day
long. Not that it's an excuse, but it definitely was a factor. And as
I learned in the classroom section, accidents happen due to a
combination of factors. So you know, the fact that I slammed (actually
grabbed) the brakes while turming and before I was fully straightened
out was you know, just a factor. A factor in my total stupidity. Ugh.
Oh and I'm okay; luckily we only go like 15mph during the class. I've
got a few scrapes and some road rash (yay for jeans I'm always amazed
how sometimes they won't rip, but your skin underneath does), and I
know my arm and leg is going to be crazy sore tomorrow. But at least
I'm intact (also yay for fullface helmet), just bummed out and totally
Ps. Randall passed, you know, in case you were wondering.