I wouldn't say that I've made grand improvements in three days from an execution standpoint, but it's definitely getting easier for me to understand the techniques. There's so much nuance happening when controlling a motorcycle at slow speeds. I'm constantly getting humbled.
Some takeaways from today's practice session:
- Clutch control is the key. I don't yet fully understand how to consistently bring that revelation to life, but a lightbulb went off today as I was practicing riding my bike at 2-5 mph for 100 feet with both feet up. Before, I was using the rear brake the entirety of the distance. Sometimes I would be stomping on it, and sometimes I'd be feathering it, but I would always have my foot on the brake.
That was a mistake.
I was making the bike fight itself by using too much of the throttle and having to constantly manipulate the clutch by keeping my foot glued to the rear brake. I was keeping myself in perpetual war with my motorcycle.
After a steaming fit of frustration, I said fuck it and decided to start moving without using my rear brake at all, and it blew my mind that simply denying power to the rear wheel by using the clutch was all I needed to move slowly. I ended up only using the rear brake to instantly fix any errors in speed, and when I didn't need it anymore I just let it go.
There were multiple times when I stopped moving altogether and could hold the bike in place, and the second I felt myself falling to one side I gently released the clutch and there I was, moving slowly again inch by inch. It felt like I was in water almost, like I was on a graceful metal boat on a lake of pavement.
- Slowly but surely, I'm learning exactly where the friction zone on my clutch is.
I'm starting to ride without pulling my clutch all the way in, which I'm sure was contributing to the soreness in my wrist these past few days. My wrist isn't sore at all tonight, and it's because I was finding myself riding with the clutch held only just before the friction zone, even on the road.
I also made sure to remind myself to relax my hands while riding. There truly is no need to hold on tightly to the handlebars when my core and legs can do most of the work.
- I fell more in love with my bike tonight.
Don't get me wrong, I think I've spat "You bitch" more than a dozen times already while practicing these past few days, but after getting the feeling of how I'm supposed to be piloting her at the end of a successful slow speed run, I got off, stood beside her, and found myself staring so hard that I almost lost myself in the sight.
I got emotional, and as I slowly ran my hand up and down the fuel tank, admiring its design, the gentle slope of its curves, even the dents and the rust underneath the exposed metal, I couldn't help but think that I was standing next to something beautiful, something pure, something that would respond to me proudly as long as I took the time to thoroughly understand it.
All the humming, rumbling, revving, jerks and stalls are the result of us learning more about each other. Our relationship is getting stronger.
I love my motorcycle. I love that all the effort I'm putting in is slowly turning us into a perfect team. I love that this machine is making me a more patient and focused person.
All of these thoughts brought me to the shocking realization that my bike had no name! After some deliberation, I decided that Rachel, despite the fact that it tugged on my heartstrings, was too tame. And so I chose Suzanne, a name with a sensual allure yet enough spunk to send a lightning bolt racing down my spine.
If I turn my head, I can see her patiently waiting for me not too far past my door. Eventually, this night will morph into a new day, and I'll look forward to another opportunity to take her out onto the road again.