the wedding and various ceremonies, mainly due to the fact that I was off on a huge parking lot riding this baby for over an hour while it was snowing quite fiercely. By the time I was finished, I was soaking wet and had ceased being able to feel my toes.
But it was FUN. Even though I was just riding around the parking lot, and at one point the instructor made me drive around in a circle. I kept waiting for him to tell me to do something else but he didn’t, so I started driving the circles in the opposite direction. That was terribly boring. Later on, when driving back and forth across this large parking lot, the instructor told me to accelerate, which I did. Wow. Cool. Awesome. I was too much of a chicken to accelerate as much as he wanted me to, I must admit, because to me it looked like there was not enough parking lot left to slow down before having to do a u-turn.
The entire time, I was terrified that I might do something to make the motorcycle tip over; with a weight of 160 kG (about 360 lbs), when it reaches a certain angle of tilt, it is impossible to hold on to it. I came close to tipping it over when the instructor ordered me to pull over to him and stop. I made the mistake of breaking while the steering was turned just a tad to the left. If he had not been there to help me catch it, it would have hit the ground. Yours truly would have had a very bad conscience – as the motorcycle is brand new and had all of 48 km on it this morning when I got on it.
I did manage to break it though – while returning to the garage, the instructor walked next to me while I was “driving” it at a walking pace. At some point, I had the clutch half in, trying to keep the speed low for the instructor to keep up with me, when I think I apparently hit the acceleration a bit accidentally and at the same time, managed to hit the “on” switch. The motorcycle would not restart after that little incident.
I hope they get it fixed in time for my early morning lessons on Wednesday. I would hate to have to switch to the 600 cc Hornet already on which I will be tested for the final test.
Either way, I got home, had some lunch and while warming up my frozen body in the bathtub, watched as the guests began arriving in the Chapel at Windsor Castle.
The hats were very impressive. And I saw one lady pick her nose. And was amazed at how big Fergie’s girls have gotten. I felt quite sorry for Camilla during the service, as she seemed very nervous and uncomfortable and I was thoroughly relieved that her headdress did not fly away on the church steps.
I wish them well. This may well be one of the biggest love stories of the century, if you think about it.