My bike has lots of ... parts.
It turns out there's a lot more to riding a motorcycle than just sitting on it and pushing "Go." There's a clutch and two kinds of brakes and gears you work with your feet.
I practiced in the yard at first (watch out world) while Tea taught me how to shift. After I got the hang of it, I went up and down the block a couple of times (only in first gear, and never more than 10 or 15 miles per hour).
It wasn't exactly the biggest deal on the planet, I guess ... unless, of course, you haven't been on a motorcycle in 22 years. And if the last time you were on one, you crashed.
I was scared shitless, but it was also pretty fun.
I wish there were pictures.
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