Sunday, March 18, 2012

First and (I Hope) Last Motorcycle Accident

I was always the sort of kid who would get stuck up a tree, or caught on a fence, or in similar predicaments that seemed to always necessitate calling someone's dad to get a ladder and save me. These adolescent shit-shows ended once I went to college. At twenty-six, I figured it was safe to engage in risky behavior again and asked my boyfriend to teach me how to ride a motorcycle. A propensity towards panic and tricky gear-shifting while careening down a hill don't mix. The shit-show continues!