The last lessons leading up to the road exam were a great morale boost.
But then: Friday, November 29th. The day on which it all had to happen.
After making it through the exam on this day, my plan was to request an expedited license at city hall to pick up in the beginning of the next week, and to go buy a motorcycle on the following Wednesday (4th of December).
I was literally dreaming about this scenario: finding a pretty machine in a store, taking it for a nice test ride, falling in love with it and riding it home that same afternoon.
Unfortunately, that plan was not necessary.
I was extremely quiet when we got back to the riding school after this news. I mean: riding these marvelous machines means a lot to me, especially after what I felt in that first ride after my mother passed away.
Luckily, my instructor is an observant character and latched onto my sudden silence. We sat down for a coffee and a chat in which he was able to put things into perspective — there are more chances than just one, one should never regret having done the best they could at the time, and past experiences cultivate future experience. Great wisdoms, honestly.
Admitted: I didn’t really enjoy my weekend after this outcome. But thanks to these wise words, in the end the sadness didn’t stick for much longer than a day and a half.
I’m keeping my head up, I’ll get back to the lessons ASAP, and we’re going to make this happen early next year. I want need my wheels! 🏍️ 🫶
