Rant: First Day of Motorcycle Class

Now, being my natural self, things out of the ordinary in life scare the crap out of me. They usually send me into panic attacks or just make my stomach turn into knots. I try and not do things alone, even if it's going to a friends party alone. I always likes someone there with me to go through any awkward moments that would come into play.

Unfortunately, no one wanted to take the motorcycle class with me. Well, I'm sure people did but it didn't work out with their schedule. Actually, it barely works out with mine, but it's something I want to do. I don't know why I'm so into it. I've always wanted to ride but I'm still looking for the reason behind it.

So I went into this class alone. Harley Davidson didn't make it any easier on me with their lack of information. The website was useless. I tried getting as much information as possible, but being me, I didn't want to call and think I was bothering them and being "That guy". I know what it's like from the other side and making fun of "That guy". Stupid retail.

We all know Harley Riders as those guys with the cut off T-shirts, drinking, bandanas and overly obnoxious motorcycles. I can't stand the riders, but the workers are too friendly. They are fantastic, it's really great to have their company, no lie. But all the customers were seriously sporting chains, black shirts, tight pants and boots. I walk in with a flannel t shirt, a hoodie, tighter pants and my chrome shoes. I'm thinking they are gonna eat me alive.

This is where I use my "I dont give a fuck" attitude. I've been trying to use this because it's seems people that use this are getting by in life just fine. I like to think I go with the flow, but I really don't. I plan ahead to avoid awkward situations. It usually works out, but I've grown tired of the preparation.

I called ahead to make sure I had to be there at 5:00pm, and guess what. I got their at 4:30 just to be a little early, and then class didn't start till 5:30. So I walked over to the classroom building and promptly waited outside texting people, and watching baseball replays. The first student came up at about 5:20. His name is Sandy, and he's probably in his late 50's or early 60's. We talk about where we're from, how much riding experience we have, and about music. Everyone loves music, it's the easiest to talk about. He hasn't ridden in decades and he is taking the class so he can start renting bikes and do tours after he retires. We shoot the shit till about 5:45 when we realize there is no one to be found. He goes back to the dealership to ask, and they tell him that our teacher is running late.

About 5 minutes later he shows up. Not what I expected. In a good way. I expected an old, grey haired, harley pirate. What showed up was this buff, tall, and bald black guy. Who is I believe from Jamaica. He is awesome. He knows all about bicycles because he races and has been racing since he was a teenager. The best thing about him is that his main bike is a Honda. We talk about ourselves and learn the first part about the class and how things are going to go down. He was not what I was expecting but I was relieved it was something I wasn't expecting. He served us coke-a-cola and chex mix. Awesome.

Tomorrow is going to be a long day. I have work at 8am till 4pm and have to be at the dealership at 530pm-830pm. My bestfriend Jory is having a party in Chicago. I probably wont be able to attend because I'll be so tired. Plus I have class the next morning at 8am. Finally the riding portion. I hope I don't choke.

Current Song: Jon Brion - Hook, Line, and Sinker