Bootstrapping

So I've spent this weekend trying to make things better by doing as many things that I know will boost my mood as possible. I baked. I saw friends. I played around with arts and crafts, and planned out my garden. I went out dancing - Boston Swing Central is a wonderful thing, and I have no idea how I failed to learn about it until now - and, this afternoon, I took my motorcycle out for the first ride of the season.

I was afraid, to be honest. Afraid that it wouldn't be as much fun as I remembered, afraid that I wouldn't remember how to ride, afraid that it wouldn't work after having been in the basement all winter....

I shouldn't have been. If anything, I seem to have leveled up in Motorcycle during my recovery. I've never had a ride go that smoothly and comfortably, I've never felt this safe and confident on my bike, and other than needing to idle for a few minutes before I put her in gear, she didn't seem any worse for her time off.

No one warned me that motorcycles were addictive. Though dagibbs did warn me that at some point, no matter how much I love my little 250, my inner adrenaline junkie is probably going to want something bigger and faster, and I'm starting to think he's right. Not now, but.... someday.

Right now I just want to get back out there and ride some more....