Our trip turned out to be a very short trip thanks to the man who was working on transforming our big red bike/motorcycle. He ran into no problems putting on my new training wheels and, we were heading home in less than 24 hours.
I did spot a monarch butterfly but it was on an off ramp and flew into oncoming traffic…no chance for a photograph. But since I didn’t take any pictures of beautiful butterflies or anything for that matter, I do have some before and after pictures of my bike.
We stayed in a motel close by to where the work was being done and when we arrived I kept trying to call for a car rental, but kept getting a busy signal. I called Jewel Sams, the man who would be working on my bike and told him that we were in town. He asked where we were staying and I told him and he told us to stay right there…that he would be right over.
When Mr. Sams found out that I was having trouble reaching the rent-a-car place, he told us not to bother renting a car but to use his own personal car…We tried to decline, but he wouldn’t hear of it and insisted that we take his car to drive while we waited for him to finish with the bike…It was supposed to be complete by the following day sometime. He said that he also had a truck and if we weren’t satisfied with the car we could come back and exchange it for his new truck. I tell you…these southern gentlemen are absolute sweethearts….And his wife Sarah was right along echoing everything that he said.
I made an error in ordering grey primer instead of black primer for the fenders…they would have matched better in black, until we had them painted. Jimmy has decided that the fenders will not be painted until I learn how to ride this thing. He knows that I will probably run into something and scratch them anyway… he said that it would be foolish to paint them now. I thought that was a good idea as well.
I went out to an empty school yard this morning to practice. There is more pulling and shoving than I thought there would be, but at least the bike didn’t fall over, which was my problem in the first place. I could ride a motorcycle, but when it came to stopping, I would drop the bike. NOT FUN. So, I gave up riding by myself a few years ago and now I will have to relearn all over again. And after today’s tryout at the school….I need lots & lots of practice…and more muscles.