i rode ambellina for like 20 whole minutes. i couldnt start her yet, but practice is all it takes. my first step with a bike without him infront. baby steps, balls. i took her handlebars, learnt how to clutch the clutch and throttle the throttle. it was fun. i cannot believe i enjoyed moving something that has been scaring me all these while.
and what's worst: i wanna know more. i wanna be on her again, and i wanna move a metre, maybe two, the next time. then i wanna see if i can go around.
then while i heard him speed off, i thought about how im going to plead to my dad to let me take motorcycle licence (he disallowed me because he fears that someone might kick me off my bike when im on the road because he thinks that all male motorists will do that, dont ask).
what have you done to me ambellina. dammit.
you know why i feel so thrilled? it's the feeling of having power over it; that something ive dreaded and feared is under me, and at my mercy. it feels good.
yikes. too many bike rides, and this is what you get.
consequences. im pretty sure there'll be incredulous reactions.
and being laughed at. that's coming next.