My father celebrated his 55th birthday last night. His present: a Honda Rebel. (It's a motorcycle.)
I'm the only one in the family licensed to operate a motorcycle, so it fell to me to pick it up and ride it home.
Let's just say I'm a bit afraid of riding motorcycles.
No, let's just say I'm afraid of riding motorcycles because I don't so much ride them as crash them.
I've never been seriously injured. Mostly embarrassed.
I had not ridden in over a year.
I had forgotten how free you feel on a motorcycle. It's a completely different world. I've missed it.