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Recently I realized it happened, I am not sure when but I crossed the threshold from a newbie to a somewhat experienced rider. Although 7,000 miles doesn’t seem like much it is when it is spent in heavy southern California traffic, lane splitting and dodging SUV driving soccer moms on my way to work. The 18 mile commute is like an obstacle course and to be honest I am surprised I only dropped my bike once and had only 2 “close calls”.
Sitting in my cage not long ago I was watching a guy attempting to split lanes past me, wobble wobble, walking the bike between cars which had more than enough space to ride thru I was remembering when I was that guy, but no longer. Somewhere between the hours of parking lot practice on the weekend and the endless traffic jams I negotiated thru I began to feel comfortable on my bike. Not that I am under the illusion of being the greatest rider or the most experienced by any means, but I am happy as hell that I am now comfortable on a bike and can control it properly it some sticky situations.
Curious when did you guys begin to feel like you actually knew what you were doing on a bike?
hatyo
Sitting in my cage not long ago I was watching a guy attempting to split lanes past me, wobble wobble, walking the bike between cars which had more than enough space to ride thru I was remembering when I was that guy, but no longer. Somewhere between the hours of parking lot practice on the weekend and the endless traffic jams I negotiated thru I began to feel comfortable on my bike. Not that I am under the illusion of being the greatest rider or the most experienced by any means, but I am happy as hell that I am now comfortable on a bike and can control it properly it some sticky situations.
Curious when did you guys begin to feel like you actually knew what you were doing on a bike?