I hate it when I’m called ‘slow learner’. And I really don’t want to be labeled a ‘klutz’. But it is terribly embarrassing to be known as both!
You may recall my motor scooter story of a few days ago, where I vowed to give up on the dream of being a ‘hot biker’. I mentioned that I had already paid for a 3 day motorcycle class to learn how to ride.
I decided to go ahead with this special training, knowing that I might never use it since I don’t have a scooter or cycle or even a bicycle. But hey, it would be fun just to spend a few days riding around a parking lot.
Wrong!
The first evening we learned about all the horrible things that can happen to you if you even look at a motorcycle unless you have shoes that are too heavy to lift, skin-tight leather pants, something akin to a flak-proof jacket, gloves that will withstand heat, weather, and collisions, and of course, a helmet made yesterday that has never been dropped, kicked, breathed on, or stared at for too long a time.
I had this image of myself decked out in all this apparel looking like the abdominal leather woman. 
I had my doubts about going back for the second day, but I did want to get on this challenging machine and get the exhilarating rush that people talk about. I wanted my eyes to fire up with something akin to bliss as I felt the breeze in my face.
An hour into the training, I did something wrong…I can not tell you what it was, but I can attest to the fact that I needed all of the above mentioned gear! I found myself on the ground, the bike on top of my foot, and my body trapped helplessly as I tried my best to look like I always lay like this on hot concrete on Saturday mornings.
As I hobbled to my car with ice packs on my two broken toes, and nursing my bruised legs, arms, and pride, I could still hear the voice of the instructor saying he was going to ask me to leave anyway. I really wasn’t going to pass the course.
It was once again obvious that indeed I am a slow learner, and a klutz. How many times does the universe need to tell me that motorcycles shouldn’t be in my future?
As a friend said, “At least you can mark that off your list of things you once wanted to do.”
Sister, Amen!
that little voice 
I did enjoy this post… lol.. sorry.. not laughing over the toes though.. ouch!
I have taken lots of courses over time, some I am so glad I did, and some on things I really wanted to do and then found halfway through the course I hated it or its was boring, tedious, not worth the effort etc., It may have cost me money to find I didn’t want to do it, but at least I go to the grave not thinking or wondering if its something I would have loved and should have found time for 🙂
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Kudos to you for giving it a try. In my mind I often see myself as graceful as a ballerina and as nimble as an Olympian…until I remember I have the grace of an elephant and no athletic ability whatsoever. A friend tried to teach me to water ski….thank God I had the good sense to wear a life jacket.
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