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Well, first of all, I did not go for a ride last Sunday.
Instead, I booked a one-on-one lesson at the place where I did my Ls for Friday. That was yesterday. And it was really good, but really weird.
So the instructor and I walked up to the shed where they store the learner bikes (Honda CB125Es) and I mentioned that they needed to give me a lower seat. Despite that, he gave me a normal-seated bike to start with. And it felt tiny. As if the only two possible explanations were that either the bike had shrunk (unlikely) or I had grown (something which has not happened since 1993. I know this from the height mark on the doorframe of my mum's kitchen). I could even put my feet almost completely on the ground.
My mind still boggling, I took off and did a few little laps around the range as demonstration of where I'm at. It was absolutely fine. I stopped and the instructor said exactly that. We then rode around, the whole range to ourselves, me following him so that I didn't know which way he was going until he went that way. Also fine.
We did some slow manouevres snaking around plastic cones, which took me a few goes to get into. I just needed to relax and shift my weight around the seat more. Once I did that, it was good. Returning to the start after a good one the instructor - a bloke dressed in black including half-face helmet and sunglasses, goatee and straggly ponytail - what I am saying is, a man with intense motorbike energy - gave me a double thumbs up and a "hell yeah" look. Later I reaslied this must be how it feels to be friends with Ray Smuckles.
A few more exercises followed before the hour was up. I've booked in again for next week, this time going out on the road.
A further revelation was that despite having had an almost completely negative time with my bike, I have actually improved my riding skills since getting it. I didn't even stall the bike once (although I was revving it a bit too high). I guess that's also why the learner bike felt smaller. So that was kind of nice. It all feels very doable again.
I am now quite sure that I bought the wrong bike. I can definitely see that people do outgrow their bike, and that for most in hindsight they would wish they'd bought a beefier bike. But for me, I think if I'd bought a 125-ish cc I'd be having a much better and funner time of it right now. I would be getting the hang of it without all the stress of trying to handle something so heavy and large. And then it would be completely fine as time went on to either be happy to stay there, or to move up.
The upshot of all this is that I will have to sell my bike and get a little one. That's a bummer because I will have wasted money, and it'll be a hassle, but on the other hand my experience so far has really been a process of learning what is right for me by doing. I did tonnes of research and asking everyone I know for their advice, but there really is no substitute for taking things for a spin yourself.
Today while taking the dog for a walk a saw a woman who looked pretty short riding a Yamamha sports bike stopped at the lights. She was on her tiptoes and was wearing workboots, maybe to give her an extra few millimetres. When the lights changed she took off confidently. This was nice to see because I've been feeling as though I'm playing on the difficult setting because of my height and strength.
So I'm going to think about her when I go for a ride tomorrow morning. I'm planning to get up early (for a Sunday) to get some clearer roads for myself. My last two rides I have dropped the bike. The first time I was doing laps around the neighbourhood. I was stopped at a stop sign, and when I took off to turn right it started tipping and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it. Some passers by helped me put it upright because I couldn't pick it up myself. The second time was when I was parking the bike at the end of that same ride. It was pure carelessness; I was pushing the bike and forgot that I need to lean it against my hip to keep control of it. I had to ask Adrian to come downstairs to help me get it up again.
Last Sunday I went out for a ride with my friend Cesár. Well, he rode my bike to a mostly empty train station carpark, following me in the car. We deliberately dropped the bike so he could demonstrate how to pick it up. Unfortunately, he couldn't do it - even though he can right his own bike, which is a good 100 kg heavier than mine. So I still don't know how or if I can pick the bike up alone. While practicing doing tight u-turns I dropped it again, because I stopped while the front wheel wasn't straight.
Right now the only solution seems to be not to drop it, which is a realistic goal but there's a competence gap I need to cross. At this point I would just like to have a ride where I have fun and I don't drop it. That's tomorrow's goal.
This experience has made me reflect on advice. I think I've been given a lot of good advice since starting on all this, and it's usually consistent between people. But I think that there are some things specific to being short and not strong, that mean I might have done some things differently. Primarily, to choose a smaller bike to start with just to get the basic skills up. By smaller, I mean seat height (to get more comfortable on it) and weight (to make picking up the bike possible). I don't know if there was a better choice of bike available to me - maybe a postie bike? - but I think the common advice that it's better to get a slightly more powerful bike doesn't necessarily apply to everyone. Especially those who are a bit lacking in the bravery department.
Quite a bit has happened, so I'll tell the story from the start.
I knew that a good friend of mine was planning to go do the motorbike learner's license course, that's how the seed was planted. I mentioned in passing that maybe I should do it too, and she suggested we go do it together - it's more fun that way. We were waiting for Melbourne lockdown to end, plus there were some further weeks of faffing, but eventually we were booked in to do it March of this year. The course is held over a weekend, out at an old half-derelict raceway off the motorway, and includes the written test, an on-range test then an on-road test.
I failed the on-range test because I stalled the bike too many times. We were learning on Honda CB150Es. They needed to take some of the seat padding out so I could reach the ground with my feet. My friend, Sam, passed, so I went home early and she continued with the remainder of the course. The people who run the riding school were supportive, and they let me re-register for a couple of week's time to try again.
I passed the second time - it helped that the instructor didn't tell me I was being tested when I was. I just thought I was running through a demo. I passed the on-road test too, which was quite exciting as I got up to 80km/h on the Calder Freeeway. Wind really kicks in at that speed!
At this point I was feeling like I would follow through with learning to ride. Sam, however, told me then that she wasn't into it. I was surprised as she is someone I see as very courageous - but she was scared shitless the whole time it turns out. I committed to the idea and on a Friday I went out and bought a full riding kit (leather jacket, kevlar jeans, helmet, gloves) and then I went and put a deposit on a new Kawasaki Z400.
Right now the bike dealers don't have much stock so I couldn't even test ride it first. I'm not sure I wanted to do that in front of anyone in any case, if I'm honest. I bought it because it felt good when I sat on it, and it seemed like a good learner bike based on what I could find out on the internet. (Having said that, I don't think bike reviewers are necessarily being very critical, nor are they considering suitability for someone like me - 5'2" and with not much body strength.)
It took a while for the bike to arrive. It was delivered to me on the 25th.
I waited until the Friday, my day off, and went down to the carport with the manual. I gave myself a full tour of the bike, to make sure I knew what everything was and how to find the regular inspection and maintenance points: the fluid levels (of which there are many), tyre tread, and just how to open up the compartments and so on. I wheeled the bike out so it was pointing down the driveway towards the road. While sitting on the bike and playing with the controls one of my neighbours, Riak, walked past and we had a long chat. Riak is also a motorcyclist although he doesn't have a bike at the moment. He had lots of advice. It's nice when people are like that.
One thing I need to say is that my universal impression is that motorcycle people just love bikes and want to share. Everyone I have come across--from the instructors, dealership sales, gear sales, and just people who ride--has been really friendly and not judgemental in the slightest. When I was at the accessories shop I was chatting with a couple of the staff and at one point one just looked off into the distance saying, "yeah. Bikes are cool. Bikes are fun."
Where was I? Oh yes. I went up and down the driveway a few times in first gear, making sure I had the feel for the friction point and low-speed control. No issues there. But I packed it up and went back upstairs because my mouth was parched. I was just feeling stressed and, yes, terrified.
Terror isn't an unfamiliar feeling for me, and I'm not going to pathologise it because it's not like that, I'm just a scaredy-cat. Throughout the day my stomach was kind of upset and I just needed to get my stress levels down.
The next day I thought about riding all day but didn't. I told myself it's because Saturdays are too busy around here. It's true--we are hemmed in by major roads and a very busy shopping area that's all pedestrians and street parking--but let's be honest, I was also avoiding. I told my partner that I would go for a ride first thing the next morning. As it turned out, I had a bad night's sleep and woke up spluttering (post-covid cough, ugh). I slept in until 9.30 but I was feeling good.
So I just hopped right on and rode out the driveway. I looped around the streets in my immediate vicinity and even went down a short stretch of a major road, getting up into fourth gear. The bike feels good at higher and lower speeds! (I say higher, but I topped out at about 40km/h. Still!). The traffic was picking up noticeably--cars pulling in and out of street parking everywhere, and the parking spots filling up making it harder to u-turn my way here and there--so I've packed it in for the moment.
At this point I'm feeling much better to have done that. I have been intimidated by the bike. But what I have discovered so far is that it's a good size for me. I can put either foot down easily (both feet down not advised, as it presents the risk of losing balance). I can reach the whole bike while I'm standing and wheeling it around. The passenger seat has a strap which makes a really useful grabbing point in case I feel like I'm losing control and it's falling away from me. And it's very easy to hear and feel the gears.
I feel like this is day one!