...after not really being on it at all, ever.
In my own mind I'm now allowed to call myself a biker. I can even take my hand off the handle bar to wave at fellow bikers I pass... woo hoo!!
I can now get the motorcycle out of the garage and set off on my own, cope with busy traffic and have even proven myself capable of surviving a busy motorway- the test was sprung on me, accidentally, by a navigationally challenged Steve who took a wrong turn and ended up on the motorway sliproad.
Looking forward to lots of motorcycling adventures to come. And one day, maybe, a long, slow trip, with boys and sidecar?!? Here's hoping :)