Get Your Motor Running…

Yesterday I did something I wasn’t sure I could do.

I rode over an hour on the interstate on the motorcycle.


Tyler brought a big cruiser that had a sissy bar (back seat rest for those who don’t know bikes), and asked if I wanted to take that down to the shop Saturday. I decided to bite the bullet and go for it!

I was so scared at first. I think I prayed for the first 5 minutes we were on the interstate. We were going 75, and though I had on a helmet, all I could look at was the pavement flying by. I have a bad history with moving pavement, falling out of a vehicle at 16 (not a ton of physical damage, but emotional nonetheless). So I knew I had to stop focusing on the things that scared me.

I started counting exits. ha! Do you know there are 7 exits on 540 south of Fayetteville? Well there are! I was counting to keep calm.

I was proud of myself. I didn’t cry or scream (which I did both on my first ride years ago). I didn’t even get that tense and uncomfortable. And while this is something I won’t be doing all the time, since Ty loves to ride, I think it made him happy that I gave it a shot, and did well on my first longish ride.

I’m proud of myself for conquering a fear.

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