HT Biking



My home teaching companion and I rode his bike to our appointment this afternoon with a family that lives about five miles from our neighborhood. I hadn't ridden on a motorcycle in about 20 years, and those were wimpy dirt bikes on off-road tracks. Greg's Kawasaki was much more powerful (1000cc), and it was quite a rush when he accelerated to the speed limit without shifting gears (he can redline in first gear at a little over 70mph). I was scared when we went around corners (it's a lot different than riding my own bicycle at 20 mph), but I made it home safe and without incident. I don't think I'll be buying my own bike anytime soon (probably never, and if I did it would be a weeny bike without much power), so don't expect to see many stories like this again (although I will ride with Greg again, if the weather is nice).

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