on both Saturday and Sunday), I could walk away with greater knowledge about motorcycle safety, several hours of hands-on (and butt-on) motorcycle riding practice under my belt and, most importantly, a certificate that would allow me to walk into the DMV and get an M slapped onto my driver’s license (which SkipFitz already has, having taken the class years ago). With the sacrifice of a single weekend (6-10 p.m.
So I got busy and signed myself up for a beginners’ motorcycle safety course at the local community college.
And as much as that news jacked with my need for instant gratification, it did give me time to suck my act together and get licensed to ride mine (whom I’ve already named Shirley).
We ORDERED them, anyway, about a month ago they won’t be here until early July.
After about a year of being cooped up at home with all the children in the world, SkipFitz and I made a big decision.
