Last Wednseday I bought a 2003 Suzuki GSXR 750. Which translates to "Crotch Rocket." Well, that's what everyone called it in Logan. The only remote experience I have to riding a motorcycle by myself is that little homemade one with the lawnmover engine that Baili and I used to ride in the field. But this one has a LOT more power and is much larger. The day I got it I practiced letting the clutch out with the gas and slowly rolled forward. (Just like Dad taught us to drive manual in the corrolla) On Saturday I was able to get brave enough to pick my feet off the ground. I went 25 mph and shifted to third gear. I was so excited. I just thought I would share in my triumph of not falling over or hitting any parked cars. This is definately going to be a slow learning process. I hope all is well. Happy Turkey Week!
