Emergency Measures

Yesterday, when I was all nervous about Wolf Hill parking, my bike didn't want to start immediately in the early morning fog. This kind of got to me, but Tony waited patiently and after a second of panic (mine, not the bike's) the engine caught. So the ride in went well enough, and it was comforting to have Tony in my rear view mirror reminding me he had my back all the way. So this morning, when Tony's bike refused to start I knew it was time to reciprocate and have his.  I slid back onto my pillion position and tapped the seat in front of me. It broke Tony's heart to have to leave his baby at the hotel, but this is the serious raceday and the clock was ticking. So off we rode, two up.
For those that don't know, I have some serious trust issues. But I figured it was a whole lot smarter to trust my life with Tony's riding capabilites than to trust his with mine. Tony, true to form, rode conservatively so I didn't freak and probably still put the Triumph through paces it hasn't seen in some time- if at all. It was the longest ride I've done pillion
since I was six or seven. I actually calmed down and enjoyed the ride some (except when the centerstand scraped on one sharp curve) which is something I haven't been able to do since I started riding. I am the world's worst pillion.
Anyway, we're here now and happily entrenched in race Sunday. I'm hoping the Tuono was just being a princess and didn't want to park on Wolf Hill again- after all, the OTHER Italian machines get their own island. We'll see tonight.

Comments

[Linda]

Cool!

I *hate* riding pillion on my own bike. I don't in the least mind riding pillion on Don's. It's just that I ride mine one way and he rides it another and they just don't match. And, really, it's not comfortable there.