The weather went from summer hot to freakin' cold and rainy in September so I didn't get to ride my motorcycle as much as I had planned. Then, I took it to the shop to get some cables changed and a tune up so it was gone for a bit. I finally got it back and it feels great. I decided to brave the cold 34 degree weather in the morning and ride to work, because the afternoons are just perfect for riding. I layered up this morning so the only thing that suffered were my fingers. I may need to invest in some cold weather gloves.
I rode around on my lunch, when I got back I saw this motorcycle that I occasionally see in the parking lot and decided I wanted to park next to it so our bikes could hang out together. The other bike was pulled forward, but I decided I'd back in, because that's how you're supposed to do it. Well, I learned why that bike is never backed in. When I tried to back in I realized there was a slight incline. I pushed and pushed only to move millimeters. Even worse, the guy who owns the other bike came out and asked if I needed help. I said, "no," but he was persistently helpful. He pushed me back into the stall. I was a little embarrassed because I couldn't live up to my butchy persona, but it's okay. We got to chat for a bit before he drove off.
It seems like all of my embarrassing bike moments happen in that parking lot. When I first upgraded to my Harley my co-workers really wanted to see it. I started her up and didn't realize it wasn't in neutral. That shit jerked and could've gotten away from me. I was embarrassed and happy that it didn't fall over. I'll never make that mistake again.
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