Motorcycle

A few months ago, my parents bought a Harley Davidson motorcycle at an auction. It's been sitting in a garage all that time, and today my father brought it out and took me along for a ride. I had never ridden a motorcycle before, so it was an interesting experience.

Initially, it was pretty terrifying moving at 50 miles per hour so close to the road and surroundings, that is, without the walls of a car. The only part of the ride that required my attention was turns; all occupants must be careful to lean appropriately when the motorcycle makes a significant turn. After that, my mental state was calm, but my legs continued to shake nervously. (Compare Ferris wheel rides, during which I freeze in panic for the height.) Overall, it was a fun thing, and I hope to do it again.

Me, examining the vehicle after the ride