My first solo trip was last weekend, to Marinette and back. I decided to stop in Oconto for water. As I was leaving town and headed for the highway, a car ran a red light, didn't look, didn't stop, didn't even slow down. [Motorcycle instructor] Erica's voice instantly screamed in my head, "CLUTCH, BRAKE, BRAKE, HANG ON TIGHT!"
I skidded, the back end hopped to the right a bit, but I stayed upright and didn't even kill the engine.
I missed his car by mere inches.... But I missed him.
I was going about 22 mph only, but it seemed way faster in the moment. I coasted to the side, I had tears....I won't lie. I was panting, shaking, sweating and terrified, yet SUPER proud of myself.
A truck at the light yelled and asked if I was ok. I said I was. He said, "That was really scary!" And I said, "Oh, hell yeah, it was!"
Once my heart slowed, my only thought was, "If I hadn't taken the riders safety class, I would have laid it down fast and brutal and I most likely would have been hurt!"
I tell everyone about the class and the instructors. I'm a true believer. The class is priceless.