Friday I went with my girl to go riding, except I wasn’t riding and she was getting the lesson. The clutch on the pitbike was custom just fit for the occasion, but she knew how to ride a four-wheeler, so throttle and balance would be the test. Oh, and no front brake. Armed with a chest protector, jeans, sneaks and a Junior-sized helmet, she posed for the camera; I never leave home without it.
What a view
I gave her pointers – I know what girls do in her position. They want to prove their dignity so they try to muscle up and end up on their ass. Trust me, I warned her.
“Don’t think you have to use all the gas” and “Easy does it”
I felt like my dad back in the day when he was teaching me how to clutch the DS80 my first clutch machine. No wait, that was when he was teaching me how to bump start it since the kick-stater broke off before I even got it. Don’t stall…
Now, I was telling her not to worry about the brakes, she wouldn’t need them; she wasn’t shifting! “Just let go of the gas” I told her, “just let go.”
The instructor ran through the mechanics, teaching her how to put the bike in neutral and kick it.
Tim AKA Dr. Love
She caught on fast and soon she was sliding the clutch. Well, it engaged at the end – one time she shot off with an armful of throttle and wheelied off, just like I said, and looked back at us like, what do I do? But she landed the front end and rode it out, picking up where she left off the turn before.
Soon she lay in the tall grass laughing, and then I knew she had it dialed. So we arranged for a photo-op before dark. Sweet.
Two shots from today’s @ Vet National at High Point