I inherited DRIVE from my parents. I have learned laughing out loud, loving completely and appreciating a motorcycle ride. From my family I learn unconditional love. Now I learn to carry on. Of little sleep, I feel the need to fill each day with accomplishment. I have a zest for life and a curiosity to know about anything and everything!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
if it's KISS boots it must be Halloween?
AHHM...yeah. I want to ride! While trying to conquer my love/hate/fear relationship with the bike I go into problem solve mode. I've tried maneuvering it around in the garage and driveway because I want to be sure I can manage the weight and size of it. Part of the problem is my legs are short. Another part is my lack of confidence. I'm taking teeny, tiny baby steps, like having training wheels on my first bicycle to get myself on the road. Since the accident in 2002 I've wanted to, but not braved getting out on my own. I remember I was okay when things were moving along but had problems STOPPING, and especially stopping on hills. I found these boots in Kanoe's garage and managed quite well yesterday. I plan to have lifts put into my Harley boots or into a pair of racing boots but until that happens, these will work. I'm experiencing the agony of de feet today from the height of these, but I'm not afraid of heights! I'm looking into lowering the bike-even a half an inch would help!