I took motorcycle lessons at the age of 55. It began, as most bad ideas do, with my husband tossing the idea out to see if it had legs. “We’re going to Wyoming in August. Wouldn’t it be great to rent a couple of bikes and zoom down the highway?” You can imagine the sound effects he offered.
The State of Pennsylvania offers free motorcycle safety classes. Five hours in the classroom and then ten hours on an actual bike, supplied by the program. On the morning of our first classroom lesson, my husband and I stood around a windowless trailer with a dozen other hopefuls. It’s funny how the proximity of motorcycles brings a certain swagger to your walk.