Hello, I'm Cheri. I'm a novice rider.
Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2017 6:19 am
So, I'll introduce myself. I'm Cheri. I'm a 44 year old female Veteran. I'm an avid motorcyclist but have been a passenger for several years. My DH has ridden most of his life as has my Dad. Both are HD owners. DH has a 2014 Street Glide. Dad has a 2016 Road King (If I recall). I rode (very little) when I was about 22-23. My Ex-DH bought a Honda 600 CBR F3 and taught me the basics. Literally enough to get from point "A" to point "B". I never felt proficient or comfortable. I would walk out from work and find it waiting for me instead of my car, so I learned to get it home. That was 20+ years ago. I've not been in the driver's seat again since then until a few weeks ago. I finally decided...I wanted my own after loving being a passenger for the last several years.
I just bought a 2017 883 Iron for myself. I can attest to the "..you will drop it..." because I have. LOL Each time, I've felt like an idiot...but..what can you do? Get back on it and try again. First time, I will say...was a foot peg malfunction. Stuck right in my left boot heel and hung my foot up when I went to put it down at a stop. I swear...I hate that look my DH gives me when something stupid happens. I put engine guards on that week...as well as new pegs. Something of note...I told my DH that the stock pegs were sticking to my heel day 1. I should have listened to my own instincts and forced the issue of replacing those immediately. If you feel like something is going to be a problem to start...it probably will...address it before it actually becomes one.
So far, I've ridden "my bike" 7 times. Day 1 was just getting a feel for clutching again. DH road it down to the boat ramp parking lot (3 miles away) for me, and I road it around the lot practicing shifting gears..braking, etc.. I did fine and felt good. Next time, he had me ride it down there with him on his bike to see how I felt. Did fine. Next, it was down to the gas station a few miles from home. That was nerve racking for me. We live way out in the country, and that road is a 1.5 lane road with lots of curves and hills...gravel driveways that spill on the road now and then, etc... I did ok. We got gas..came home. I only felt really panicky on one curve...there was gravel on the far side, and I had trouble keeping on the right side. I made it..but it scared me. I went "slow" on that trip...enough that DH was giving me grief about not keeping up with him. (really?..I was glad to stay upright the whole way..jeez) Next trip...little further to the parking lot on the opposite side of the lake. First time on a that 2 lane road. I did not have my windshield on yet, and the wind was freaking me out doing 40-45 mph. We got to the parking lot...went to stop next to DH..heel got stuck. I didn't get my foot down before the bike started to lean...over it went. Dang it! No understanding from DH...just a lecture about how I should have been able to react quicker and not keeping up with him or the speed limit on a major road. Got back on...home we went. I felt defeated. For any mentors out there...I love my DH, but he SUCKS as a coach for me. All of that "good" progress I'd made meant nothing. I felt torn down and like I'd let "him" down somehow after that incident. I made it home fine...actually stayed up with him most of the way...but all that mattered was the bike dropping incident. Next trip...longest so far. We road for about an hour all the way around the lake. That was a good trip. I enjoyed it, and there were no mis-haps. My windshield was on as well as my new pegs. Going faster came easier without fighting the wind-shear so much. I was much more confident and felt "good".
Then, I go to my MSF class. I spent the whole weekend on a little 125 Sazuki. The class was "easy". Too easy. I came home jonesing to get on "my bike". DH and I took them out to go in to town and eat dinner...such a disaster. I'd gotten used to a loose clutch on a very light bike. Coming out of our own driveway, I overshot in to the grass on the other side. (Dang it!) Kept the bike up...didn't freak out, but I knew I was going to hear it about that. Did fine with traffic around me on the way. With so many bikes around this area...people out here are hyper-sensitive to us. Makes things much easier when they want you to stay together at stops (they see the two bikes and allow you to go on with the lead bike). Get in to town, and I was watching my DH tail lights for a blinker. I swear, I never saw his turn signal (he swears it was on). I was a good distance behind him though, so I saw his hand when he started waving me to slow. I slowed. The road we were turning on was an immediate right...I made the turn..but this was an over 90 degree right...very hard sweeping right. I didn't lean hard enough and was over in the other lane. Lucky for me, the car in that lane was going very slow coming from a parking lot and gave me room to correct. Again...it was a mistake...and I knew I was going to hear it. Got to dinner...did nothing but argue because of my lecture...I was right back where I was when I dropped it at the parking lot the week before. All progress...gone. Came out from dinner...DH had me park next to him...not on pavement..on a small dirt/gravel area. (I should have known better). I get on my bike...lean it to my right to get the kick stand up...dirt shifts a little..bike leans further than I'd planned to the right...I can't hold it up...DH has to pick it up again. OMG! I wanted to crawl in a hole...if I could've walked home...I would have. I had to pull myself and my pride together...get on that bike...and ride home. So I did. Only had one place on my way home that I didn't lean in to the curve enough...I put myself in the middle of the double lines...no oncoming traffic, so I didn't try to over correct...just made a mental note and kept on..next curve..fine.
Next night...(last night)..I want to work on some of these things I'm finding harder. I don't want DH to feel obligated to be out there with me..so, I pull out the driveway...go down the road..and think..."I need to find a place to turn around.." There are no driveways down our rural street that aren't gravel besides ours. Holy jeez. So I learned a lesson about gravel. Just no...no gravel..period. Dumb me...I pull in to the last driveway on our street...little do I know...it's about 10 inches deep in gravel. Front tire hits...sinks...bike goes right over. Again. Good, Lord. I try to get it up (which I did come close to doing), but just couldn't for sliding in that gravel. Thankfully, a nice neighbor passing by comes to my aid and helps me sit her back up. I felt like a 5 year old. I got back on...road home..and put her away for the night. DH and I got a big giggle out of it when I begrudgenly told him what happened. He knew I didn't want to tell him...and I thought about just not saying anything...but...whatever. Another lesson learned.
Has anyone else felt like they made 10 steps forward then 5 steps back? I swear....
I just bought a 2017 883 Iron for myself. I can attest to the "..you will drop it..." because I have. LOL Each time, I've felt like an idiot...but..what can you do? Get back on it and try again. First time, I will say...was a foot peg malfunction. Stuck right in my left boot heel and hung my foot up when I went to put it down at a stop. I swear...I hate that look my DH gives me when something stupid happens. I put engine guards on that week...as well as new pegs. Something of note...I told my DH that the stock pegs were sticking to my heel day 1. I should have listened to my own instincts and forced the issue of replacing those immediately. If you feel like something is going to be a problem to start...it probably will...address it before it actually becomes one.
So far, I've ridden "my bike" 7 times. Day 1 was just getting a feel for clutching again. DH road it down to the boat ramp parking lot (3 miles away) for me, and I road it around the lot practicing shifting gears..braking, etc.. I did fine and felt good. Next time, he had me ride it down there with him on his bike to see how I felt. Did fine. Next, it was down to the gas station a few miles from home. That was nerve racking for me. We live way out in the country, and that road is a 1.5 lane road with lots of curves and hills...gravel driveways that spill on the road now and then, etc... I did ok. We got gas..came home. I only felt really panicky on one curve...there was gravel on the far side, and I had trouble keeping on the right side. I made it..but it scared me. I went "slow" on that trip...enough that DH was giving me grief about not keeping up with him. (really?..I was glad to stay upright the whole way..jeez) Next trip...little further to the parking lot on the opposite side of the lake. First time on a that 2 lane road. I did not have my windshield on yet, and the wind was freaking me out doing 40-45 mph. We got to the parking lot...went to stop next to DH..heel got stuck. I didn't get my foot down before the bike started to lean...over it went. Dang it! No understanding from DH...just a lecture about how I should have been able to react quicker and not keeping up with him or the speed limit on a major road. Got back on...home we went. I felt defeated. For any mentors out there...I love my DH, but he SUCKS as a coach for me. All of that "good" progress I'd made meant nothing. I felt torn down and like I'd let "him" down somehow after that incident. I made it home fine...actually stayed up with him most of the way...but all that mattered was the bike dropping incident. Next trip...longest so far. We road for about an hour all the way around the lake. That was a good trip. I enjoyed it, and there were no mis-haps. My windshield was on as well as my new pegs. Going faster came easier without fighting the wind-shear so much. I was much more confident and felt "good".
Then, I go to my MSF class. I spent the whole weekend on a little 125 Sazuki. The class was "easy". Too easy. I came home jonesing to get on "my bike". DH and I took them out to go in to town and eat dinner...such a disaster. I'd gotten used to a loose clutch on a very light bike. Coming out of our own driveway, I overshot in to the grass on the other side. (Dang it!) Kept the bike up...didn't freak out, but I knew I was going to hear it about that. Did fine with traffic around me on the way. With so many bikes around this area...people out here are hyper-sensitive to us. Makes things much easier when they want you to stay together at stops (they see the two bikes and allow you to go on with the lead bike). Get in to town, and I was watching my DH tail lights for a blinker. I swear, I never saw his turn signal (he swears it was on). I was a good distance behind him though, so I saw his hand when he started waving me to slow. I slowed. The road we were turning on was an immediate right...I made the turn..but this was an over 90 degree right...very hard sweeping right. I didn't lean hard enough and was over in the other lane. Lucky for me, the car in that lane was going very slow coming from a parking lot and gave me room to correct. Again...it was a mistake...and I knew I was going to hear it. Got to dinner...did nothing but argue because of my lecture...I was right back where I was when I dropped it at the parking lot the week before. All progress...gone. Came out from dinner...DH had me park next to him...not on pavement..on a small dirt/gravel area. (I should have known better). I get on my bike...lean it to my right to get the kick stand up...dirt shifts a little..bike leans further than I'd planned to the right...I can't hold it up...DH has to pick it up again. OMG! I wanted to crawl in a hole...if I could've walked home...I would have. I had to pull myself and my pride together...get on that bike...and ride home. So I did. Only had one place on my way home that I didn't lean in to the curve enough...I put myself in the middle of the double lines...no oncoming traffic, so I didn't try to over correct...just made a mental note and kept on..next curve..fine.
Next night...(last night)..I want to work on some of these things I'm finding harder. I don't want DH to feel obligated to be out there with me..so, I pull out the driveway...go down the road..and think..."I need to find a place to turn around.." There are no driveways down our rural street that aren't gravel besides ours. Holy jeez. So I learned a lesson about gravel. Just no...no gravel..period. Dumb me...I pull in to the last driveway on our street...little do I know...it's about 10 inches deep in gravel. Front tire hits...sinks...bike goes right over. Again. Good, Lord. I try to get it up (which I did come close to doing), but just couldn't for sliding in that gravel. Thankfully, a nice neighbor passing by comes to my aid and helps me sit her back up. I felt like a 5 year old. I got back on...road home..and put her away for the night. DH and I got a big giggle out of it when I begrudgenly told him what happened. He knew I didn't want to tell him...and I thought about just not saying anything...but...whatever. Another lesson learned.
Has anyone else felt like they made 10 steps forward then 5 steps back? I swear....