Woodswoman
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I have to say, I didn't really anticipate that it would be so, ah, interesting to switch back and forth between riding my Spyder and riding my motorcycle. While intellectually I know muscle memory is important, I underestimated just how important.
Purchased my F3-S over the winter. When the riding season kicked off this spring, I made a pact with myself to only ride the Spyder until my riding group's annual summer rally. I wanted as much saddle time as I could get to familiarize myself with riding on three before going to the gathering.
Well, during the rally last month, I had a brain white-out pulling a U-turn. Twenty years of motorcycling overrode 3 months of Spydering. I reached for handlebar controls that don't exist on my Spyder, and I winged my husband's saddlebag. No great harm done (except to my ego), but it was a chastening experience.
Now that the rally is over, I'm taking my Honda out for an occasional ride, and it's funny/sad that I have to remind myself to do things like control low-speed turns with my rear brake, and put my feet down at stop signs. Also, there's the part about being my own reverse gear ....
My niece would call this a first-world problem, and she'd be right.
But it's not a problem I imagined myself having at all. Wrong-O!
Purchased my F3-S over the winter. When the riding season kicked off this spring, I made a pact with myself to only ride the Spyder until my riding group's annual summer rally. I wanted as much saddle time as I could get to familiarize myself with riding on three before going to the gathering.
Well, during the rally last month, I had a brain white-out pulling a U-turn. Twenty years of motorcycling overrode 3 months of Spydering. I reached for handlebar controls that don't exist on my Spyder, and I winged my husband's saddlebag. No great harm done (except to my ego), but it was a chastening experience.
Now that the rally is over, I'm taking my Honda out for an occasional ride, and it's funny/sad that I have to remind myself to do things like control low-speed turns with my rear brake, and put my feet down at stop signs. Also, there's the part about being my own reverse gear ....
My niece would call this a first-world problem, and she'd be right.
But it's not a problem I imagined myself having at all. Wrong-O!