I have never rode a motorcycle unless you count when I was 7 years old and the little motorcycle my Dad bought me, then crashed with my little brother of 2 years behind me, into a parked boat, and I would not ride it again. I got the worm for the Spyder or it had bit me when I saw one locally here in Mexico (believe me that was amazing as I am 2000 miles into Mexico) and could not rip it from my brain. I kept thinking about it, had no idea what it was, but I knew I wanted one. I am a woman, and I live here in the middle of no where all alone, no fellow motorcycle riders or anything to guide me. So I saved my money (no financing here) and saved my money (took me 3 years), looked around and only could find a RS or other models I didn't want, I wanted an RT! Well finally found one, with 300 km on it! It was brand new! The people would not let me try it out, and I couldn't because I didn't know how. I had no experience. My friend and worker(I am 55 and he is 20 or 21) went with me to bring it home if I bought it, the big IF, they had told me it was an SE, and it was an SM but we came to an agreement, I paid up all that money (Here they are way more than in the US and carrying all that cash around was sorta scary), and they gave me the only key, and off he went with it. I was worried with him on it, because he knew 2 wheels and not 3. By then I knew more, had been on this group reading up, and knew it was not the same animal. But he managed to ride it here, it was a 2 hour trek that turned into a 3 hour one or 3 1/2 hours, poor guy, it rained cats and dogs on him, it hailed on him (quarter sized) and beat his face all up (he had an open face helmet with sunglasses on) his eyes were swollen, and his lips. Anyway we got the thing home, and now it was time to learn to ride it, mine is a manual, I wanted an SE but hey, I got what I could, I had been looking for months and was tired of waiting. This was a good deal. Well in 30 minutes I could change it up to 3rd gear and go around, after that it was a piece of cake, I learned with it, on it, and stopped driving my car completely. Poor thing. yikes, the car is jealous. I love my RT and being I don't know anything else, it seemed easy to me, but at first I too had the death grip, I would hit patches of irregular road that would push me all over it, and the two front tires would hammer each differently (ripples in the road) but every single then that happened to me taught me something. I let off very fast on the "death grip" and now even do my own maintenance being there are hardly any dealers here. I even went on my first Spyder trip with other's of my species, whew, that was hard, but again I keep learning more and more. It has given me so much joy to own and I cannot imagine me without my beloved Spyder! Good Luck!
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