I did it.
There is a saying “Do something everyday that terrifies you” – well can I make that one last for a whole month please! I couldn’t have picked a much worse day for it – it was windy, that is, very windy and kept chucking it down at periodic intervals. I spent the whole day in miserable weather, damp, sweat-drenched inside a rubber Michellin man suit and aboard a wicked machine with a mind and throttle of its own!
I arrived at 9.00; a virgin as far as riding a scooter goes. I hadn’t even jammed a helmet on my head before – it did not improve my hair style. My normal wild and woolly ringlets had flattened by the end of the day to a damp clump hanging below my eyes – I don’t need that kind of makeover, believe me! By 4.00pm I was riding around my home town glued to the machine with sheer terror. I was nearly blown orf the scooter along the seafront and didn’t know til we got back at the end that the instructor was pretty alarmed at the gusty winds. I am not a teeny wee or anything but I am not a hefty bloke and I could have been puffed away!
The best thing though is that I have a piece of paper at last to prove I can do something! My life has been littered with the beginnings of things; courses of all kinds lie in unfinished tatters in the gutters of my life. But here, now, hey, I did something. And I did it all myself. It wasn’t arranged for me, suggested to me or overseen by anyone I know at all. That is a remarkably good feeling.
I know it sounds pipsqueak to all you worldly wise types out there but I have lived a very sheltered life and this was quite an achievement. But boy do I ache everywhere…
Who gives good massages……?