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The Hang of It
Thanks to the backrest, I can sit as far back as possible without the sensation that I'm sliding off. So while I'm still not comfortable on the back of the cruiser, I'm at least making life more bearable for Josh. I liken it to Scuba diving. There's this moment when you first bend your knees and go underwater to breathe through the apparatus and every cell in your body is screaming "we cannot breathe under water!" but you push through and do it anyway. That's sort of how my body responds to the bike "we cannot go 55 mph without a car around us!" I still hate the deep leans for sharp turns and threading my right leg between the backpack/trunk and Josh is going to going to increase the odds of a hip transplant in my future.
Then there's the horseriding metaphors. Hanging on with your arms is just going to irritate the driver, especially since Josh has a huge barrel chest and broad back. Before the backrest I was essentially holding on to his armpits. Now I rest my hands on my thighs and mimic the angle of his torso.
The view is great. At least if you don't mind not being able to look forward, a sort of reverse blinders concept. Given our agricultural area the view looks something like: beach, water, trees, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, cows, cows, cows, llamas, future veal, trees, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, cows, cows, hay bales, farmhouse, deer, trees, trees, trees, drive in, obscure driftwood sculpture, trees, municipal airport, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, water, trees, trees, trees, hayfield, trees, trees, trees, sailboats, water, and yet more trees.
You get the drift.
Then there's the horseriding metaphors. Hanging on with your arms is just going to irritate the driver, especially since Josh has a huge barrel chest and broad back. Before the backrest I was essentially holding on to his armpits. Now I rest my hands on my thighs and mimic the angle of his torso.
The view is great. At least if you don't mind not being able to look forward, a sort of reverse blinders concept. Given our agricultural area the view looks something like: beach, water, trees, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, cows, cows, cows, llamas, future veal, trees, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, cows, cows, hay bales, farmhouse, deer, trees, trees, trees, drive in, obscure driftwood sculpture, trees, municipal airport, trees, trees, trees, falling down barn, water, trees, trees, trees, hayfield, trees, trees, trees, sailboats, water, and yet more trees.
You get the drift.
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Take a look at an aerial view of Black Hills National Forest if you want to see roads that will make you close your eyes and hold on for dear life. Even google maps doesn't come close to doing it justice. The road actually corkscrews around on itself.
(not quite the right userpic, but hey)
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Fender bunny? ROTFLMAO - a whole new language to learn, dear Gods, I'm crying with laughter over that one!
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Don't get me started on fuckwits who ride motorcycles while wearing sandles. Try taking a stone at 70mph. Or a June bug.
Surely you've seen Fender Bunny before? I know I've used it often enough. I kind of prefer it to "my bitch." Not that Jay would ever call me that, mind you.
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I do liken this to horseback riding. I'd never get on a horse with handles, therefore I'd never do it on a bike. I've probably read it, but glossed over the idea since I'd never tried it myself. :)
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These aren't handles, dear. These are stirrups. You'll learn to post whilst going over bridge joints and railroad tracks. Reach behind you and hold onto the sissy bar, and use those thighs of steel like springs. Get your fanny a couple of inches off the seat . . . and you'll be amazed at how much better it feels over the rough spots.
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