In my twenties, I decided I wanted to learn to ride a motorbike.
It didn't go well.
On the day of my test, it was raining. I fell off the bike just before the exam and promptly decided that perhaps motorcycling wasn't for me after all. I went home, licked my wounds, andย put the dream in a box.ย
Fifteen years passed.
Then life presented me with another opportunity.
This time I had a boyfriend who rode a motorbike, which certainly added fuel to the fire. I signed up for lessons and convinced myself that this was going to be the year.
The problem was that reality looked very different from the fantasy.
The lessons were expensive, it was January, the weather was ice cold and the bikes were h.e.a.v.y.
And whilst nobody likes to admit it, learning to manoeuvre a large motorbike can be physically demanding, particularly when you're a relatively small woman trying to control a machine that seems determined to remind you of the laws of gravity.
But even so, week after week I turned...
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