Or in this case, Gramma.
A couple weekends ago I took a class on riding a three wheel motorcycle called a Spyder. I thought it would be a bit less instructional and a bit more adventurous but it was fun. Mostly we rode around cones in the parking lot, ok, that’s all we did, working on stopping and turning and swerving. It was waaaaay easier than I thought because we didn’t have to change gears at all as the bikes were automatic and we only had to deal with a foot brake, no hand brakes. And the bikes were set on instruction mode so we could only take it up to 29 miles per hour. Which felt fast in a parking lot.
I also got to ride on the back of a bigger three wheel with the instructor. His bike had all the bells and whistles. We rode out on the street and through the lot, going about 45 mph.
I came out of the class with a card that allows me to get my license for riding three wheelers. Not sure when I’m ever going to do that but I’ll fee like a bit of a badass having it.
dianegclark 