Doing 2 hours of private coaching this afternoon before taking on my CBTA Full.
Any tips?
Doing 2 hours of private coaching this afternoon before taking on my CBTA Full.
Any tips?
Don't do it ...
Pass that FULL ... and you'll be cursed for the rest of your life ...
Thinking about motorcycles ... talking about motorcycles ... thinking about and planning your next ride.
Then ... it gets WORSE. You want ANOTHER motorcycle. The calm and controlled (by the wife/partner/mother usually) ones ... just replace the one they have with different (better ... not always so much) one.
You start seeing them ... EVERYWHERE. Hearing them go past your house ... and rush to the window to see what make it is.
You start to spend less and less time at home. With less and less money.
You start buying road maps for areas you haven't been ... YET.
Finding a new Motorcycle shop seems like discovering a hidden cave. Complete with treasure.
There's still time to change your mind ...
maybe ...
When life throws you a curve ... Lean into it ...
Don't cross solid white lines. They'll take you where the intersection requires you to look at the paint for your turning points... You should be doing that anyway, but they usually include a curly one, like the paint has worn off, or it extends further than normal, for sight reasons.
Right - passed!
You'll be fine.
when i got my bike licence there was no faffing about with restricted /full, i turned up on my suzuki ts 185, cop says ride around the corner, go up the road turn round, come back and do a emergency stop, that was it.
When I got mine (1967), the cop followed me on his bike. We stopped at a red light. He suddenly took off around the corner leaving me in the WTF? place... I sat and waited for quite a while and he did eventually come back.
Funny. I haven't thought of that incident in years. The quote above triggered the memory. Thanks JimO.
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
When I got mine (1976 - been riding and owning bikes for three years) I had to use my father's KTM scooter (it was a dog which had to be push started but I did not want to sit the test on my Triumph)
The cop sat outside for about five minutes telling me the scooter had been his first bike and how good it was (I thought it was a dog). The he asked me to ride up the road to a Stop sign - about half way he signaled me to turn around. We went back to the station where he spent another five minutes raving about that dog of a scooter. By then I'm wondering what the hell is going one. Finally he said we'd better go inside so he could write out my licence.
I was relieved.
I took that dog KTM home - parked it in the shed and headed out on my 650 Thunderbird ...
They'd never do stuff like that now ..
"So if you meet me, have some sympathy, have some courtesy, have some taste ..."
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