Originally Posted by murd

I bought my bike before I took the course. My buddy rode it home for me and when we arrived home he purposely left it on the street and said... you need to take it up the street and park it the garage myself. I jumped on, heart pounding, and squeezed out the clutch in first and rolled down the street. Throttle scared the poop out of me, shifting to second was when I realized I had no business being on this bike. I had dropped a hefy down payment on it and wasn't in the mood to drop it. I got down the steet and realized I couldn't do a U-Turn to safe myself. I had to duck walk it back and forth to turn it around. I got it back to my garage and climbed off. My hands were shaking. I chugged a beer.

Then, a few days later, my course started up and I was introduced to the friction zone. Duh! Things started to make sense now. Then, snap the head, and turn the bike...presto U-Turns. From that point on I have become one with my bike.