Cliff and I have been riding Honda Gold Wings for over two years now. We've had plenty of fun, taken along lots of picnics, visited relatives, and gone to Branson on the bike. We're talking about going to Colorado on the motorcycle this summer.
We haven't had any close calls, really.
But in a few days we're going to attend the Rolling Wheels Training Center, taking the Experienced Rider course.
Cliff has always said that his worst fear is not so much wrecking and getting hurt, but that of hurting me. He wants to be as safe as he possibly can be. He freely admits that, at age sixty-three, his reflexes aren't what they used to be.
He wants us to be as safe as we possibly can be. So for $130, the two of us will spend five to six hours at school. Motorcycle school. I wonder if I should pack a lunch and take an apple for the teacher?