Even RoadDog gets tired or nervous once in awhile.
The three of us — Steve, Jake and I — took our first spin on two motorcycles one night last week.
Having just earned my learner’s licence a week earlier, I’ll admit I was pretty nervous. Steve was away for the week after my training course and I didn’t feel ready to strike out totally on my own, so by the time I finally got to ride I was a little worried that I’d forgotten everything. I had some vague visions of riding off the road into a ditch on a corner or something.
I made Steve promise before we left the driveway that if I did crash, he’d make sure that he and Jake were safely off the road before he worried about me. I’m not sure how that would have worked, but it made me feel better. As I told him, I figured I had enough to worry about without worrying about them as well.
And so we set out, with me in front on my bike and Steve and Jake following behind.
It was okay. In fact, by the time we were on our way home, it was better than okay and I suspect it will keep getting better. As much as I might hate to admit it, Steve was probably right. I probably will enjoy the freedom of riding my own bike. That’s not to say I won’t sometimes still “hang off the back” of his because I’m sure I will, but it will be nice to have the choice. Options … I love options.
As for Jake, he did okay too. We had arranged where we’d make our first stop (assuming I made it that far) before we left home. When I pulled over in that parking lot, Steve pulled up beside me and when I looked back at Jake he was sitting up in his carrier. His tongue was out, but not in his usual smiling “I’m on the bike and I’m happy about it” way. It was just out a bit, maybe half an inch, the way it is when he’s uncertain or tired or wants something. I could see in his eyes that he just wasn’t so sure about this new arrangement.
On the one hand, my heart plummeted because our RoadDog was obviously unsettled, maybe even a little insecure, without me. On the other hand, it soared because he obviously missed me.
With a little encouragement, Jake was soon happy again. Once he knew we were all there together, he seemed to accept the new arrangement. I guess we’ll have to take things from there and see how it goes for all of us. I’ll soon be ready to ride into a Tim’s parking lot. That’s bound to cheer up Jake.