It has been over 9 years and over 100,000 miles so my memories of learning to ride are not the best. However, watching my brother go through the learning process is definitely bringing some of them back.
He’s done about 500 miles so far, and starting this past Monday he has been commuting on the motorcycle. The end of last week and this past weekend were filled with motorcycling for him. A rush of getting as much riding in as his brain could handle. He’s doing pretty well but has had his share of adventures so far. One of the scariest things was that he ran out of gas on his second time out on the freeway… He dealt with it pretty well, but it was terrifying to hear about later. After that adventure at the gas station he dropped the bike and broke the clutch lever. Luckily these things were handled with relatively little stress.
I’m trying hard not to dump information on him, trying not to overload him. While still wanting to make sure he gets all the information he needs to stay safe out there. (For example making sure he was careful about watching his fuel light.)
There is a bright side to all of this, it was pretty awesome though to go for our first ride together on Friday. It’s been a long time coming, and despite the slow pace and my worrying the entire time it was fun.