Ride of a Lifetime
“So, see: clutch, front brake, your back brake is down there, and here is where you shift.” He demonstrated with each punctuation, squeezing handles and pointing to various pedals. The bike stood silently, a lime-green beast that looked as if it had chewed and spit out riders far more experienced than I. Nodding, the giant helmet forced my head to swing a comically wide arc.
“Do you want to try and start it?” he asked.
“Okay,” I said. I was along for the ride, an empty shell. I would do whatever he asked.
“It’s not just a push start, you have to kick-start it, here,” he said, sliding out the lever with his heel.
I swung my leg over, my toes barely whispering on the dirt. The bike swayed against the faint brace of my sneakers, threatening to spill me and its hundreds of pounds over in a biomechanical heap. Heart fluttering in my chest, I prayed I wouldn’t drop the monster.
I gave it a kick, keeping upright who knows how. Nothing. I tried again.
Sweat trickled down the back of my neck in protest against the desert heat, the forceful movement, and all the gear Sean had graciously loaned me.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I can’t do it,” I said with a catch in my breath. The general lameness of my entire life washed over me familiarly.
“Here, take a break,” he said, grabbing the handlebars while I hopped off and stretched my sore hamstrings. “Don’t feel bad, this bike is really hard to start.”
“Do you want to ride for a while? I don’t need to,” I said, feeling guilty that he had volunteered to stay behind and teach me. Feeling not worth it.
“Naw. I don’t need to. I’ve ridden before. I actually like teaching,” he said, probably not knowing how much more human that bit of kindness made me feel.
He hopped on the bike. “I’m just going to start it for you, so you can get on and ride before it gets too hot. We can practice kick-starting later.”
After a half-dozen attempts, it roared to life, buzzing angrily. Don’t mess with me, it growled. My heart raced wildly, a staccato of life I hadn’t felt in a long time. Swung on, floating on toes.
“Remember: clutch, then shift. Use both brakes. You’ll do fine,” he shouted over the engine’s insistent howling.
I let go.
Speed! The speed, faaaaaagh, the speed! The arid landscape hurtled by and the bike skidded through loose sand. The perpetual deadness inside me receded as life poured through my veins, glittering and dangerous. My broken heart vibrated, and for the first time in years I wanted it to knit back together. Now I knew why I said yes to this.
At some point I remembered to loosen my grip on the gas, and my heart rate evened out. I stopped screaming. Had I been screaming the whole time? The bike’s front wheels devoured ruts and small plant life, bumping along. I started feeling like an extension of the bike.
Until I hit a sand pit. The tires skidded, and I struggled against gravity before flying off to the side. It stalled, grunting to a halt. I started laughing, laughing until tears fell.
Later, I apologized.
“Don’t apologize! That was an amazing first ride,” he grinned, holding up his hand for me to give him five.
I did, still laughing.
This post is dedicated to Sean, good friend and teacher of dirt bike riding, who is bravely fighting cancer.
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UPDATE: Last night, February 8, Sean passed away after a long, courageous fight. I will see you again someday, Sean. Until that day, I will keep you in my heart.
I’m so sorry for your friend. I saw both your hearts, here.
I’m praying for him.
Lance recently posted…New Sensation
Thank you so much, Lance. This is such a difficult time.
Here’s the problem. The bike became a living, breathing, dangerous animal and you did not take the time to make friends with it before your first tango.
jacquelinecaseypoetry recently posted…“Things That Go Bump in the Night” Speakeasy#154
You’re right. I didn’t pet it and feed it carrots first. Fail.
Awesome! And what a lovely kiss-on-the-cheek to your friend.
I have ridden on the back of many a Vespa and Harley, but I only tried to ride one once. In my defense, it was a big Vespa, not one of the hipster kinds. But I tried, then fell over — tentatively. I was too afraid to pin my leg under the bike and have to spend a week in a Spanish hospital to be able to really ride. I’m glad you did better!
Kristin recently posted…Glad I Saw It: Bricks for Mischa
I wish I could do more. Telling stories seems to be the best I can do.
Haha, a big Vespa. I’m trying to picture it… 😉
Beautiful Nat. I laughed so hard and want to cry hard as well. Just beautiful
It means so much that you read and shared your reaction. This post calls up a lot of emotions…
Ice Scream Mama
it seems you’re both pretty brave. lovely story.
Ice Scream Mama recently posted…The Meaning of a Kiss
🙂 Thank you. My bravery is nothing compared to his.
This was great! I know it was non-fiction but all the dialogue and the scenery and everything… You need to write a short story, if you haven’t already! (and let us read it) Hugs to your buddy Sean.
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Thank you, Pam. I’m working on a short story now. 🙂
And I’ll pass that on to Sean.
that cynking feeling
Not sure you would catch me even attempting this, so kudos to you.
I’ll keep your friend in my thoughts.
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Thank you, Cynthia. I was much younger then…
It’s so cool when you find something that really makes your heart sing like that. And I’m so sorry to hear about your friend’s cancer. 🙁 He sounds amazing.
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I know. I spent that summer doing a lot of crazy things that helped bring me back to life.
And thank you. He is pretty amazing.
This was so beautiful! I love how patient he was, and the rush the whole experience gave you–it was all so very easy to feel in this piece. Nice work!
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Thank you, Samantha. Looking back, I’m still amazed with how patient he was with me, who had never been on a motorcycle, let alone a dirt bike.
I have never ever been on any type of motorcycle. I don’t think I would ever want to on a highway… but what you did… maaaaybe. I used to want to try motocross when I was a kid but my parents wouldn’t let me, lol. This was a fantastic story.. I could feel the adrenaline, surely! And you look badass in that helmet! Bless your friend… I’ll send some healing! xo
Jen Brunett recently posted…Losing Demons: A Tribute to Dave Brockie
I felt safer on the dirt bike than on a motorcycle, let me tell you. Perhaps because there was nothing to crash into there…
Thank you, Jen, that means a lot to me.
So many great phrases in this one. I can’t quote them all. Sending well wishes for your friend.
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I love this! I learned to ride a motorcycle when I was 20. Learning was a whirlwind – I think I’d practiced for a week or two before taking the test, and I barely passed. I borrowed a friends Route 66 and took off on my own for hours. It was exhilarating, freeing, and completely wild, even on paved roads rather than dirt. I never did learn to kick-start a bike, though. 🙂
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I learned the next day, on a much easier bike. 😉
Christi @ EditMoi
This was so beautifully written and inspiring. I hope you and Sean get lots more chances to go dirt biking together, Natalie.
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Thank you, Christi. I hope so too.
I love the personification of that bike! It does look like it could chew me up and spit me out. Glad you had a successful encounter with it. And well wishes for your friend. Lovely tribute.
Mamarific recently posted…The Name Game
And that bike was dangerous. I don’t know what I was thinking, lol.
Praying for your friend. What a beautiful way to support him through this time.
Your words are beautiful. I love this.
Cristina recently posted…My Friend Sucks
Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.
AMAZING! Ohhhhh you make me want a turn! So sorry that your friend is sick with cancer. That sucks 🙁
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It does. Thank you, Lizzi.
I liked reading your post about the bike.
Thank you, Ranu!
Sometimes we have to face our fear in order to find our heart. Sounds like you did and your friend has found a lovely heart in you as he faces down his fear.
Thank you Bill. You always have a way with words.
Aw, Natalie, I bet this was really bittersweet to write, but what I wonderful tribute to a special person. My prayers to his recovery and good health.
P.S. I’m so enamored with you -I think I’d be terrified to ride motorcycle! You rock.
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Thank you so much, Beth.
And yes, I was terrified, lol.
Natalie, you capture this memory so well. I’ve never ridden a dirt bike, but reading this makes me feel like I have. Really well done.
My thoughts and prayers are with you and your friend, Sean.
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Thank you so much, Karen.
I remember this moment so clearly…
Samantha Brinn Merel
What a great story. I am so sorry for your friend. I’ll be thinking of him, and wishing him well.
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Thank you, Sam, I appreciate it.
Tamara (at PenPaperPad)
This story really is a beautiful testament to your friend.
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Thank you, Tamara.
I’ve never ridden a bike myself; always been on the back holding on. What a cool experience. And I’m so sorry about your friend, Nat. Thinking good thoughts for him.
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Thank you, Linda.
And I never thought I would be the kind of person to ride a bike on my own, either.
Wow…another great post. It’s amazing what doing adrenaline junkie sports activities will do for our psyche…reminds me of my first dirt bike experience (except I actually broke the kick-start off the bike).
And praying for Sean, (my small family group of believers has good success against cancer).
Sorry it took so long to respond. Been out and about for Spring Break.
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I appreciate that so much, Chris. I haven’t stopped praying since I found out. It’s wonderful to feel your support.
And Spring Break? I’m jealous. Though I know it’s not the same for those on the teaching side of it… 😉
Those damn things are dangerous. That’s why I only did safe stuff, like going to sea on nuclear powered submarines.
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They are. I might try the nuclear sub thing if the dirt biking career doesn’t work out.