Today is my Birthday...

For some reason I keep adding years to my numerical age… every year I think that I am a year older than I am… then I do the math.  All year I have been saying that I am going to be a year older than I really am. I’ve been that way my entire life.

Do the math… I am not as old I keep thinking I am. Besides the fact that I really do not celebrate my birthday… it is just another day. Except on Facebook… holy cow, I’m not used to so much attention on my birthday. I’m kind of liking this form of technology.  Thank you to all of my Facebook friends for the Birthday wishes. They are very much appreciated.

Overall today was an uneventful day. Well, it was unless you ask Fred about it.

I rode my bike to work today, on the roads, in traffic (NOT the freeway – I’m not ready for those yet.)

Fred said I scared him to death… I actually felt pretty good.

There are a few quirks that I need to work out but that requires (_|_) time in the seat.

I have to get to know my bike and get comfortable riding it. He came to get me after work and escorted me home – well, almost home.

My bike broke down about two blocks from work and we had to push it into a parking lot until we could get a trailer and get it back home. We knew that we have been having an electrical problem and today it all became very clear.

No more riding my bike until we get these issues fixed.

Fred seems convinced that I need to learn to ride on a less temperamental bike… I disagree. This is my bike, I have to learn to ride it.  I feel good on it.

Yes, I am killing it on occasion, that is part of the learning process. Seriously, today is only the third time that I have actually ridden the bike. If I gave up every time something was “hard” I would never do anything.

The feel of the wind on my face and the power under my seat. It is all good. Very good.

I feel pretty good for being a birthday girl and commuting to work for the first time via motorcycle. I can’t wait until she’s up and running again.

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