Dear Lisa,
I was on the back of a bike when I was 15 1/2. My then boyfriend was 21. I look at you, at that same age, and I can't help but think, were my parents asleep at the wheel? LOL.
No daughter of mine is going to be on the back of a bike...unless it's mine. No, you are going to be up front where you belong. So many times I wish someone had told me I could be in the front.
Your blessing and curse is having a mother who expects you to ride. I hope you want the same. I imagine you will not have a lot of class mates with parents signing them up for the MSF class in the spring. It has always been our dream to do the rally circuit the summer of 2011, where you can clean house on youngest rider. I hope we can accomplish that goal.
But I understand better the risks and limits we might encounter. We will ride as far and as much as you are comfortable with. The encouraging news is you have very good road instincts. You handle the car with ease, I think you are already a better night driver than I am.
To your advantage, are the 10,000+ pillion miles you have under your little butt. I remember my first road experience, it was only 1999 when I got my endorsement. I remember the excitement and unfamiliarity of the wind and noise of hitting the road. To you, this is old school. A little clutch and gas action and I think you'll be good to go.
The possibilities for us this summer are endless. And if you do not take to riding I will be ok with that too, you will always welcome to ride two up with me.
I wish you great patience as you attend the required drivers ed class in the coming months. Study to the test honey. And in the spring, put on your well worn gear, pretty pink helmet and give 'em hell on those Honda Rebel 250's. I can't wait to see your light, not your helmet, in my side mirror.
Love Mom.
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