A Lesson For A Novice Motorcyclist

Although I was a motorcyclist in California for nearly two years nearly twenty years ago, this time around, I’ve only been riding for about two months and would still be considered a novice. When I first purchased a motorcycle in 2002, I bought it in Reno, Nevada and basically learned to ride as I headed over Donner Pass and made my way to the Pacific Coast Highway. This time, I have been blessed with a number of YouTube videos and the Basic Rider Course required by the state of Florida to get my endorsement, but I still have a lot to learn.

As I adjusted to the extra weight and susceptibility to wind my guitar and baggage provide on the first day of my journey, I dealt with the storms by puttering along at 50 mph in 65 mph zones, occasionally pulling to the side in order to let traffic pass. While I’ve gotten accustomed to the weight and adjusted my packing to be less like a sail, I’ve still been in no hurry, and have taken corners very slowly, usually taking 45 mph corners at 40 mph and not leaning too deeply into them.

Because Americans usually go at least ten miles over the recommended speed limit, I’ve been actively courteous about pulling over to let them pass when I’ve been able. After misjudging the amount of gravel at a recent pull off and taking my bike and myself to the ground, I am going to be less courteous in the future.