Since I still have trouble with low-speed turns — I take about a half-mile diameter to do a U-turn — and I wobble when navigating at very low speeds, I signed up for a one-on-one class to work on that. As an excuse to go for a ride, I decided to reconnaissance the parking lot which will be used for training. I rolled down the entry driveway, rode across the parking lot to the other side, and began to go up the exit drive at the end. Catch was, I couldn’t see oncoming traffic to pull out, unless I pulled up to the crest of the drive. I saw my opening, started to pull out, and felt myself tipping over to the right. OH NO! I couldn’t find footing, and once past the tipping point, I was doomed to hit the ground. I was SO embarrassed. I took a couple of breaths, hit the kill switch, pushed the stand down, and positioned myself on the right side of the bike in an attempt to right it. I could get it started, but it seemed to catch on some bevel, and I could not force it past the catch to get it upright. Two separate guys, both in red pickup trucks, stopped and helped me right it. I cranked up, got back into position — and fell over AGAIN. This time, I think I bounced. My left calf began hollering. They helped me back up again, soothed me by saying it was a bit steep. One of the guys rolled the bike backward so I could get a running start, and the other watched traffic for me. When he waved, I pulled up out of the drive and onto the main road.
I was mortified, and I could tell that my leg was going to hurt for days. It was burning, I was a bit shaky and embarrassed, and the air was suddenly much hotter than it had been before the incident. Continue reading