OK, where to start?
Some time ago, Former Squeeze (FS, for short?) got a motorcycle and took me for a few rides. It was fun, but the rides were few and far between and I didn't like being dependent on his whim if I wanted a ride. Riding a motorcycle has long been one of my Three Totally Superficial Goals in life. The last, of the three, in fact, to be realized. Turns out one ride wasn't enough.
SO. I bought an old bike (see above, note the helmet!) and took a motorcycle class. I passed and got my license. Since then, I've been practicing my clutch and throttle control. I've been mostly travelling around first my own neighborhood, then a neighboring one. Today I went to get gas and took a longer ride, still staying on side streets. I figure I'll continue to develop my skills incrementally and eventually be able to drive to work, and to visit friends and siblings. It will be a while before I get on a major highway.
It's a lot like learning to drive a car when I was sixteen. My fine motor control is pretty rough. Going 40 miles an hour feels like my top speed (I have been told, however, that the bike itself will go up to 65. FS test drove the bike when I bought it. So it's the driver not the vehicle.)
I've already had two dreams in which I was riding a motorcycle. Not sure what it means, but it is interesting, isn't it?
Here's an interesting article about The Joy of Motorcycling by Stephen M. John. Enjoy!