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#1 Unread post by Gina » Fri Apr 10, 2009 9:45 pm

Untouching

I might as well have been on the edge of the world
Getting ready to jump off
according to the weak, sick feeling running through my veins.
Bike between my legs—motor running—highway before me
And I’m scared—new biker scared—babe in the woods scared.
So scared I couldn’t even imagine what I wanted the wheels to do—
So scared I couldn’t believe that the motorcycle would obey me
And lean to the left
to smoothly cross the yellow line and transport me on down the road.

I make a loser’s attempt—knowing while I did it that I
Should have leaned more—should have turned the throttle more
And two heart-pounding seconds later, I am on the other side of the road
Feet on the pavement in failure—off the road as far as I can get
Without going into the yard that only a few seconds ago had been across the street from me.

I stood there straddling my cycle—in a state of shameful terror, unable to even swallow and then—I saw a woman walking towards me.
She was going to her mailbox
While I sat there---shaking---dry-mouthed--- watching her
She got her mail without acknowledging me
Without even looking at me----and turned to walk slowly back down her sidewalk
Head bent
While she searched her mail.

And through the tumult still going on underneath my helmet
I wondered
If a car had swooped down over the hill and knocked me into the air to land at her feet
Broken like a bird that slammed into a windshield
Would she have noticed me then?

I think so. I think she might have even forgotten her mail—maybe even dropped it to the ground before she screamed.

But why do I have to meet death
To even be acknowledged
By my neighbor?

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#2 Unread post by Gina » Sat Apr 11, 2009 7:50 am

Hello to all fellow bikers although some may not consider me a fellow biker because my Kymco 250 is a scooter not a motorcycle. But have mercy. I'm in my 50's and am just learning. (If I were a cat I would only have two lives left by now anyway.)
I have been reading everything I can get my hands on about biking since I wrecked my 1st scooter (Yamaha Majesty 400) the second day I rode it. After recuperating for several months from my knee injuries, arm injury and the dreaded ego breaking injury, (not to mention the destruction of my lovely bike that had been in mint condition), I enter this forum as a new woman--a changed one--a smarter one and a scareder one. (I know.... scareder is not a word--(I'm an English major)-but heck, it just reflects my feelings better).
Thanks to all who have shared your bike riding wisdom. I will keep coming back here to learn from you and share my own experiences. The script note at the bottom of this page is the last words I was able to say before leaving the road to play tumbleweed with my bike.
Until then, remember what Helen Keller said: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."

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#3 Unread post by pchast » Sat Apr 11, 2009 4:41 pm

Yea, you may hear a lot of noise due to your choice of ride. Ignore it and read the rest. There is a lot to be learned here. I'm a novice myself and am glad of the resorce.

The best of it is: find a safety class as soon as possible.

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To ride or not to ride---that is the question....

#4 Unread post by Gina » Wed Apr 15, 2009 7:37 am

Sunday was a big day for me. I woke up that morning celebrating the fact that God loved His creation enough to make a plan to save them from sin. I rejoiced because that plan was fulfilled by Jesus--the perfect son, who emptied Himself of His own will so God could work completely through Him--so much so that He was able to do wonderful things--so much so that He could say---"Everything I do, I do because of my Father," and "If you have seen Me, you have seen my Father," and last but not least, "Not my will, but thine be done," before He let Himself be sacrificed for the sins of the world.
I awoke early and spent a lot of time in prayer. I like to start my prayers out by acknowledging God for who He is. He tells us in His word to, "Be still and know that I am God." I love that.
I'm so glad to be alive too--so thankful for my husband and my family. After my time of prayer, I got ready for church and I enjoyed the services. (I am a musician in the church and help out with the music for two morning services and attend Sunday school. So, by the time the second service ends, I've spent a lot of time there.) I left rejuvenated.
I also looked forward to taking my bike out on the road. I'd only taken it out for very short excursions to a nearby parking lot to practice. Since my first wreck several months ago, I have not just went for a drive.
My husband followed behind me in the car. I took off badly again, like my first attempt to leave the driveway. I swerved and half-walked-half-rode my bike until I was finally headed straight down the road. Fear had already set in and I could hardly swallow. I had to consciously keep myself from focusing on the cars coming towards me or the road directly at my feet. My mouth was dry and I was doing everything I could to keep my fear from taking over.
Why couldn't I drive like I did in the field? Of course I was going faster now but the ride was so much smoother on the road and it was a beautiful day. However, the memories of my wreck were ever-present. I could feel them in the pit of my stomach telling me that one wrong action could send me spiraling over the side of the next hill or head me straight into the traffic.
After a couple of miles of this mental torture, I spied a good road to turn onto. I made the turn and with great relief brought my bike to a stop.
Half of the trip was over. Now, all I had to do was drive back home. I turned around. My speedometer read 61 at one point and unnerved me. I knew I wasn't going that fast. Something was wrong.
Soon, I pulled into my driveway--glad that the small excursion was over--glad that I wasn't injured and lying off of the side of the road gasping with pain the way I had been on my last trip.
When my husband informed me I had been going too slow, I told him about my speedometer. He checked it. I felt foolish as he pointed out that it was set on kilometers and not miles. He said he could tell I was scared at every curve and everytime I met a car.
I had considered my ride a success just because I got home in one piece but now I was ashamed. Fear had driven my motorcycle....not me.
I knew I had a lot of thinking to do. Maybe this wasn't for me. Maybe I should just be a "cager" and be glad to be alive to be one. But I never dreamed what the next day would hold for me or how it would influence the decision I needed to make...
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#5 Unread post by MZ33 » Wed Apr 15, 2009 8:04 am

Really, Gina, jstark gave you the best advice when he suggested that you park the bike until you take the MSF course. It won't be forever, just for now. The instructors will be able to observe you directly and give you specific, helpful feedback. Even after the class, you will have specific tools you can use to improve your skills.

Motorcycling looks easier than it is, and the best riders here often note that they are constantly honing their own skills. As adults, I think we have forgotten the repetition and patience children use to learn. We are competent in most things, or have adapted somehow, and are not used to being raw beginners anymore.

Take the course, take the course, take the course. Trust the experience of the people here.
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#6 Unread post by Gina » Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:18 pm

I am scheduled to take the class and do feel it is in everyone's best interests including mine not to get back out on the road again until I do. However, I'm not even sure I'm going to drive anymore in the first place. I do appreciate the advice though. Thanks.
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#7 Unread post by Gina » Thu Apr 16, 2009 9:44 pm

AFter my first wreck, I've had it in mind to learn how to ride right so I got a Grand Vista 250--less power--good to learn on and fun too. I've practiced for weeks in the field and made a nice little track. I can do figure 8's and quick stops and I've practiced quite a bit at a little parking lot at a church near our home. I do a lot of reading and studying about riding too and I registered for the driving class. It was important to me not to let this beat me. But whenever I get on the road, I become fearful and fall apart. I've been through so much that I think it's made me afraid of what might happen and I'm afraid for someone to get behind me too. My fear keeps me from driving well.
Then, just this week, my 27 year old daughter came over and wanted to sit on my bike. I reminded her that it would go 75 mph and was very powerful for a 250 but she wanted to see what it was like so I let her sit on it. She had me show her how it worked and she wanted to walk it in the field and got after me for holding onto the bike. She was telling me how good she rides their 4 wheeler and how powerful it was and at first it looked like she was just learning how to ride the scooter the same way I did.
I let go and she walked it about half way around the track and then took off. The next thing I knew she was lying on the ground with a broken collarbone.
I've been going to her house to take care of her while her husband is at work. The doctor thinks her collarbone will heal on its own but she has to wear this sling-type harness thing to hold her straight. My own foolhardiness has started this whole thing and now my daughter is suffering because of me. My son, who has ridden motorcycles and had a dirt bike came over Tues. and wanted to ride but my husband said no. So, I think my riding days may be over. I've seen my daughter wreck a thousand times in my mind. I think the most horrible part was waiting for the ambulance and not letting her move her head. She doesn't blame me for it but I know it's really my fault. I should never have let her sit on the thing.
So, that's my sad, stupid little pitiful story. Not only am I not a bike rider---I wasn't a very wise mother either and that hurts worst of all.
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#8 Unread post by jstark47 » Fri Apr 17, 2009 9:26 am

Gina- a couple of points.
Gina wrote:Then, just this week, my 27 year old daughter came over and wanted to sit on my bike...broken collarbone......She doesn't blame me for it but I know it's really my fault. I should never have let her sit on the thing.....Not only am I not a bike rider---I wasn't a very wise mother either and that hurts worst of all.
Not to be harsh, but absolute BS. Your 27 year old daughter is an adult. Adults make their own decisions, and accept the consequences thereof. Period. I am a 53 year old man with adult stepchildren, this is something I feel very strongly about.
Gina wrote:.....whenever I get on the road, I become fearful and fall apart. I've been through so much that I think it's made me afraid of what might happen and I'm afraid for someone to get behind me too. My fear keeps me from driving well.
Training. Training, training, training, training, training......... You do not have the technique yet to be a good rider. Lack of technique = fear. MSF training lays the foundation for the technique. Technique arms you with the tools to deal with unexpected riding situations. Realizing you have the tools, gradually your fear subsides.

Riding a bike without training is like trying to be a Christian without prayer and scripture. No tools.
Gina wrote:She was telling me how good she rides their 4 wheeler and how powerful it was and at first it looked like she was just learning how to ride the scooter the same way I did.
I let go and she walked it about half way around the track and then took off. The next thing I knew she was lying on the ground with a broken collarbone.
Let me tell you a story. I mentioned before we (wife & I) used to have a scooter. A 2003 Honda Reflex - 250cc. Very similar in weight and power to your GrandVista. By 2006, we had bigger motorcycles, weren't using the Reflex much, so we sold it to a female coworker of mine. She got a permit, was scheduled for the MSF, but had started riding around on her own before the course (sound familiar?) One day, turning and pulling onto a road from a stop (sound familiar?) she didn't keep her eyes where she wanted to go, and ran wide off the road. Darn near totalled the Reflex, and broke her collarbone...... (the parallels are uncanny...)

A year later, collarbone healed, money scraped together to fix the Reflex, she took the MSF and passed. She's still riding and has become a good and safe rider. Still has the Reflex, too.

You do not know enough about motorcycling yet to even know what you don't know. This is where the voice of experienced motorcyclists, such as this forum, comes in. Motorcycling is undoubtably risky. However, through practiced acquisition of appropriate techniques, it is possible to control and manage the level of risk. Training opens the door to the lifelong journey of acquiring motorcycle technique and improving riding skill.

If you want to ride, and are willing to approach it in a methodical and disciplined way, you can ride. You can become a good and accomplished rider who manages her risk through intelligent and skilled application of riding technique. It's possible. It's your choice.

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#9 Unread post by Gina » Sat Apr 18, 2009 1:12 pm

It's a beautiful spring day. The white dogwoods flanking our drive make me just want to sit and stare but before I go back to admiring God's handiwork, I will reply to a couple of postings I recieved from my friends on this site.
I posted this previously when I told about my daughter breaking her collarbone:
"Then, just this week, my 27 year old daughter came over and wanted to sit on my bike...broken collarbone......She doesn't blame me for it but I know it's really my fault. I should never have let her sit on the thing.....Not only am I not a bike rider---I wasn't a very wise mother either and that hurts worst of all. "
I received this post in reply:
"Not to be harsh, but absolute BS. Your 27 year old daughter is an adult. Adults make their own decisions, and accept the consequences thereof. Period. I am a 53 year old man with adult stepchildren, this is something I feel very strongly about."
Now, here's what I have to say about that: Yes, my 27 yr. old daughter is an adult but I still never should have allowed her to sit on my bike and start it. I knew how powerful the bike was and even though I tried to tell her how it was, a simple "no" would have saved a lot of anguish for her and for me. That will be my response from now on. Once again, I have learned a painful lesson. That's why I posted it here--even though I knew I was admitting to not handling something right, I wanted to tell others that you shouldn't even let anyone inexperienced on your bike even if they just want to "walk" it in a field.
Then, Jstark wrote: "Training. Training, training, training, training, training......... You do not have the technique yet to be a good rider. Lack of technique = fear. MSF training lays the foundation for the technique. Technique arms you with the tools to deal with unexpected riding situations. Realizing you have the tools, gradually your fear subsides.

Riding a bike without training is like trying to be a Christian without prayer and scripture. No tools. "

I agree with everything said there. I worked out on my bike in the back field again today. I thought it was a great idea to imagine myself pulling out of my drive (which goes uphill) and making a sharp left and gathering speed quickly. So, I practiced in the field on a hill several times--did the turn signal and everything. I enjoyed it and learned a few things.

As far as the parallells Jstark pointed out----it was my daughter who broke her collarbone, not me. My daughter didn't have her permit either and had never ridden a scooter before. So, the parallels didn't really fit but it was a good story and I was glad to hear that the lady is going to be alright and lived to ride again. I guess that's where I believe the parallel with me is really at. Like I said, in case anyone didn't hear, I am scheduled to take the class. And yes, I do know that there is more to know than I even realize. That's why I signed up for the class. That's why I'm practicing in the field and that's why I'm reading everything I can get my hands on about it. And last but not least, that's why I'm still on this site.
After my daughter's wreck, I didn't think I would drive again. It seemed that there was so much there to convince me to not do it. But there's just something in me that wants to learn and do it right. So, I continue on my learning path and I've learned from my mistakes. But what I really want to learn is how to learn without making the mistakes. That's one reason I appreciate everyone's advice. And if anyone can learn from my mistakes, then I'm glad they don't have to make them like I did.
Also, JStark, thanks for these words: "If you want to ride, and are willing to approach it in a methodical and disciplined way, you can ride. You can become a good and accomplished rider who manages her risk through intelligent and skilled application of riding technique. It's possible. It's your choice."
What a good post. Thanks for caring enough to share those words with me. That's what this site is all about to me! P.S. My daughter is doing well. She's getting around pretty good in that harness and she says she'll never touch a bike again.
But tell me, even after what happened, why do I love my little Grand Vista so much? I look at it sitting in the driveway and I'm like a cat who's just had a whiff of catnip! :mrgreen:
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#10 Unread post by Gina » Thu Apr 23, 2009 10:44 pm

My autoharp needs fixing and my husband is great at fixing things. However, the autoharp hasn't been one of his success stories. So, I ordered a new one and I'm very excited about getting it.
Now, to pull the random rabbit out of my hat, I'm having a barbecue at my house tomorrow. Three of my grandchildren are coming and two of my daughters and their husbands. My mother will probably come too. I'm hoping that my youngest son will be able to come. He just signed up to join the Marines and although that wasn't my choice for him, I will support him.
I bring up all these different things because they tie in together in my mind. I'm a mother who fears for the life of her son. I don't want him to do dangerous things. I don't want him to take the risk he's taking.
On the other hand, so many people in my family need me and love me. They count on me. Almost two years ago, I had a major accident (not biking related).....required three operations....was laid up for months....and then bought a Yamaha Majesty just as I was getting better.....wrecked it and went backwards as far as my recovery went and added a few new injuries to my list of body parts that don't work quite so well....started getting better again......bought a 250....and now I have my whole family scarred to death for me.
And I don't want my 20 yr. old son to go into the Marines.
I also think about how long it took after my first accident before I was able to hold my violin again. I'm weighing these things in my mind as I visit my daughter and tend to her after she broke her collarbone on my bike. And to tell you the truth, I don't feel like I'm making much sense.
First of all, I do trust God. I asked my son to pray about his decision and he told me he already had...a lot. He is a committed Christian and we made a pact to pray about it together. He still chose the Marines. He feels that God gave him peace about it and is with him in this. That has to be good enough for me.
As we went about our chores in town today, I turned my head at every motorcycle and wished that I was out riding too. But when I got home, I left the 250 in the garage and cared more about checking on the shipment that would bring me my autoharp.
I have a passion for musical instruments and writing songs and singing and if I had to choose between my love for my music and my desire to ride, I'd have to say the music comes first. But who says I have to choose?
I am going on 53 and I know that a lot of people my age are starting to come back to riding....or like me, are trying it for the first time.
Everything that has happened has made me think about how much I treasure my family and how much they treasure me and what risks I am willing to take.
MSF training looms in the future and I am still undecided. Sometimes when I hold one of my grandbabies or play my piano, I wonder if I am willing to place this wonderful gift from God.....this life.....in the hands of sleepy, cell-phone holding motorists.
God has brought me through thus far but He does allow me to make my own choices and sometimes our choices can lead to our demise. I believe it is as simple as that.
One could argue that I could fall off of my front porch tomorrow while watering my flowers and break my neck or find a lump in my breast and get a bad diagnosis.
And then there is the wonderful feeling of taking off and riding. There is a lot to be said for pursuing your passions but sometimes you do have to choose between passions.
I was very impressed once with a young man who gave up basketball because he said it took too much time away from his relationship with God. He was very good...star of the team and all that with good college prospects but the sport interfered with his commitment. (Of course, you can be a Christian and play basketball....that's not the point.) The point is that one thing was so much more important than the other yet the other was taking up most of his time so he gave it up. He's a minister now and God has really used him.
My husband doesn't want me to ride. He's scarred for me too. I almost feel as if I would be giving him a gift if I gave it up.
I definitely have a lot to think about.
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#11 Unread post by MZ33 » Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:21 am

Yes, this is definitely serious business that you have to consider. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, may I suggest, again, that you park the bike until you take the course? Perhaps you can use the time to reflect on all that you have going on, and then can take the course armed with perspective and a fresh approach. Once you've reviewed the tools the MSF gives you, you can reassess what "managed risk" means for you, and whether this is the right path for you. (The Ladder of Risk is part of the course curriculum.)
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#12 Unread post by Gina » Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:04 am

Ode to Broken Record :lol:

Around and around and around we go
And where it stops no one can know
I said it often and then again
I am not on the road, my friend.

Repeat yourself a hundred times
But I heard once and heard it fine.
The class is scheduled. I'm off the road.
I need no prod--no blog--no goad.

Thanks for your help and your concern.
I made mistakes and I have learned. :oops:
Once again, (in case you skimmed)
I am not on the road, my friend. :lol:
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#13 Unread post by fireguzzi » Mon Apr 27, 2009 9:53 am

:laughing: Well done.
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#14 Unread post by MZ33 » Mon Apr 27, 2009 10:45 am

Cute! :laughing:

But my point is that you can reinforce bad habits, that you don't even know you are making, and your fears by practicing out in a field, too.

Not to worry, I shan't flog the horsey any more. :wink:
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#15 Unread post by Gina » Thu Apr 30, 2009 9:11 am

I spent a large part of some of this glorious weather we're experiencing practicing quick stops and starts. I know it's not the same in the field as it is on the road but I am learning a lot.

My husband has put 21,000 miles on his motorcycle and is a good rider. He gives me tips and tells me what I'm doing wrong. I'm looking forward to the MSF class. I want to go to a parking lot and practice some before my class so I'm making plans.

I have a cat named "Brother" who enjoys stalking me as I ride. I've threatened to run over him before and the other day almost did as he sat nonchalantly in my way. Of course, he moved at the last minute but not before making sure that I practiced my stopping technique.

I named him Brother because I intended to name him and his brother after my two brothers. Got that straight? Then I found out that his brother was actually a sister so he just became "Brother." The intended honor I hoped to bestow on my own brothers by naming two cats after them had to be carried by only one cat instead. I hope they don't mind.

So, as I drive around and around the field, Brother will sit in the middle and watch. Then, he will crouch his head low and begin his slow, sneaky movements as though he is going to intercept me and attack. In his dreams, I am probably a gazelle and he a powerful, huge tiger.

The beeps of my cycle don't scare him anymore but at least he never gets very close. I believe he is also bemused by the spectacle of his human going around and around on some kind of thing that sounds like a giant hummingbird.

Sometimes he does jump up on the seat with me but he always hops down when I start to go.
I've toyed with the idea of putting a tiny helmet on him and letting him sit behind me. Of course, then I'd have to get him his own leathers and that could wind up being quite expensive.

So, who says field practice can't be good for you? How else would I learn how to handle a stalking cat? :laughing:
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#16 Unread post by Gina » Tue May 05, 2009 11:15 am

It has rained torrentially and it has rained steadily and it has rained on and off. There have been light, misty rains, cool, constant rains and thunder and lightening rains.
That's what the weather has been like here in southern KY for the past several days. At least the autoharp got here so I have been able to sit underneath the shelter on my front porch, amid my hanging baskets of flowers and practice. I love the twinkling sounds my harp emits and I've been practicing making my melodies stand out amid the harmonies of the strings.
I believe my cats are drawn to my music, especially Brother. I don't think the fact they gathered around me this morning has anything to do with the fact that it was raining. I just want to believe they have come to love my playing. When the weather clears, we will see if they were only temporary listeners or in the process of becoming diehard mountain music fans. Now, if I could only get them to stroll and prance two by two in time to the music, I'd really have something.
Remember the frog that could dance in the cartoons but would never dance for an audience? I loved that frog.
To make another draw out of my hat of random thoughts though, the Kentucky derby has come and gone and I had no bets on the underdog. (Can you call a horse an underdog?) Well, I guess if I can talk about dancing cats and frogs, I can talk about horses being underdogs. Hey, that rhymes.
Bike Dreams
The garage is closed.
My bike is dry
And undisturbed.
While I wonder
What it would be like
To ride underneath
A black sky
While the rain slashed
My senses
'Til they made
Their own stars.
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Whoo-hoo-o-o-o-o-o

#17 Unread post by Gina » Tue May 12, 2009 7:39 pm

Sunshine and Mother's Day! Thank God!!
My brothers rode to Mom's on their bikes for that special day. My youngest brother traded his Gold Wing for a Harley so I was out examining that. Beautiful. My other brother from the same mother (lol) has a Vulcan. They both looked so great riding them. Don't ask me about the sizes and stuff. I'm still just learning about those things. I mean, to me, my youngest brother's bike looked like a Gold Wing so that shows you how much I know.
They took the old road, one came from the south and one came from the north so when they left Mom's drive way to go home, they went in different directions.
I kept thinking about how the road that brought them together was the same one that would take them off in different directions...
I got to see all of my children but one and my brothers and I talked bikes all afternoon. Someone in the family brought up the point that some people are bike riders and some people are just riders who hold onto the driver. I guess my wreck several months ago has got them nervous for me. However, my wreck was caused by my own stupidity and impatience and I don't intend to be stupid this time around.
On the other hand, I don't have to prove anything either.
But anyway, it was a great day and I'm just thankful to still have my mother. She's one of the best gifts God ever gave me.
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A Poem I wrote for my mother

#18 Unread post by Gina » Tue May 12, 2009 7:43 pm

You Brought Me to the King

You prayed for me and raised me in His Word,
And taught me sunsets were His works of art.
Though years have passed and I have grown,
The things I learned from you live on,
And now I know His presence in my heart.
Mother, I’ll always love you,
And be grateful for everything,
But especially,
How your love for me,
Brought me to the King.

Though I let darkness come into my life,
You held on tight and never let me go.
I know you fought in prayer for me,
While I was blinded by a sea,
Of worldly things combating for my soul.
Mother, I’ll always love you,
And be grateful for everything,
But especially,
How your love for me,
Brought me to the King.

Countless times I’ve looked back on those days,
And been so grateful He gave me to you.
It took a love that would persuade,
That saw my sin yet did not fade,
To bring me to the Arms that would hold true.
Mother, I’ll always love you,
And be grateful for everything,
But especially,
How your love for me,
Brought me to the King.
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practice, practice, practice

#19 Unread post by Gina » Tue May 19, 2009 3:12 pm

There's a small church very close to where we live and I spent some time there practicing in the tiny parking lot. I hadn't wanted to practice much there before but the field has been so wet with all the rain that it's just not a good place for me to ride.
I would prefer a big parking lot to practice in, however, it's true that good things can come in small packages. Now I see the advantages of practicing in the small parking lot. It's a great place to practice stopping and tight turns. If I can make turns and figure 8's in it then I can do them for the MSF too. I've been watching MSF videos and my husband has been giving me some more pointers.
I learned from one of the instruction videos about the friction zone and I practiced that some in the parking lot too. I was pleased to see that I could actually ride at an extremely slow pace without putting my feet down. I already thought I was fairly good at riding slow because, believe me, you don't want to be going too fast in the field I'd been practicing in. At least I've learned a lot about driving on the grass. Careful!
My son left for the Marines yesterday. We had a party for him before he left and the whole thing exhausted me but it was great fun. Today, I take my daughter to the doctor to see if her collarbone is healing.
Like I said before, I love my little Grand Vista but sometimes I feel a little guilty because my daughter was injured after falling from it. At least I have a pat and sure answer when someone else wants to ride it. Instead of wondering if they might
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the proper ending of the last blog and reading up on riding!

#20 Unread post by Gina » Fri May 22, 2009 10:12 am

Hello again. The last blog was supposed to finish with...."instead of wondering if they might be able to ride, I just say, "NO!" No one can blame me either."
Sorry about that!

I went to the library yesterday and found the "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Motorcycles." The book had Jay Leno's stamp of approval on the front by way of a tiny picture of him with a quote underneath that reads, "As both an idiot and a motorcyclist, I found this book very helpful."
That was pretty funny but that's not the reason I checked out the book. I opened it in the library and found it to be full of information that I needed. A lot of the stuff, I had already read but after just one ten minute sitting, I ran upon two or three things that I thought I might need to know sometime in the future.
I got to talk to one of my brothers yesterday--the one that rides a Harley--and I asked him if he had taken the MSF class. I was surprised to learn that he hadn't. He lives in a fairly large city and didn't start riding until he was in his forties. Where he worked, there was a large parking lot and he left his bike there and practiced whenever he could. He said he started out small and stayed with the smaller bike for a couple of years before getting something bigger.
I could tell he was worried for me but I don't think my Harley driving brother would be ashamed at all to take his bike out with his sister following behind on her little Grand Vista 250 someday. (As long as I let him lead the way.)
It's the stuff that dreams are made of. :wink:
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