Or: Ask the MSF Student
I began the MSF Basic RiderCourse on Monday. Asimovian expressed an interest in knowing how things went, so I thought I’d put up a thread about it.
Monday was a basic classroom lecture. It felt like I was back in Driver’s Ed, with the lengthy talk about risk awareness. It never hurts to have a refresher course, but it was mostly old ground. We did get plenty of motorcycle-specific instruction, of course; it’s amazing how well silly acronyms like T-CLOC and FINE-C find a place in one’s head.
But there was no riding on Monday, and I was jittery like an addict in withdrawal. Funny, considering I’d only ever sat on two motorcycles before in my life, neither one with the engine on. I’d gotten the desire to ride a motorcycle wedged firmly in my head, and likewise the notion that I was totally capable of it. Turning the bike was just like turning a bicycle, right? I shouldn’t have a problem other than the whole “motor” part, which shouldn’t be too hard, right? I’ll impress the instructors and be cruising down Broadway like a pro the day after I finish the class.
I’ll give the experienced riders a chance to stop laughing.
Yesterday we finally got the chance to ride. I wound up on a Honda Nighthawk. Not a bad bike, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want one when I go to buy my own. I’ll skip over the basic lessons, but other than having trouble getting into Neutral occasionally, I actually did do fairly well for the most part. Where I started having some trouble was when we started shifting into and out of second gear. Juggling the throttle, brakes (cars only use one brake for four wheels, where do bikes get off having two?!), clutch and toe-shifter took a lot of effort, especially since it’s not muscle memory yet. You’ve got four limbs working four or five controls independently, my god. Yeah, it’s not too different from driving a stick, but a car doesn’t topple if you stall out. Turning the bike wound up being the easiest part, especially once I got myself into second and could stay there for a while.
The last exercise of the session was cone weaving, with the cones set in a wide offset pattern. Before I go further, I should mention that the classes run from 6 pm to about 9:30 to 10. I wake up at 5 am, so I’m usually in bed at 10, and that’s after I’ve fought off tiredness for a little while. I also have a tendency to drop off in cognitive ability sharply past a certain point of tiredness. Typing immediately gets harder, driving suddenly becomes pure torture, and I just can’t focus.
Well, that certain point of tiredness? It hit right as I was weaving between the cones. One minute I was fine, having successfully navigated the cones something like five times in a row already, and the next minute I completely lost control of what my hand and foot coordination. My right hand decided it wanted to lock down on the throttle, and I took off across the practice range like a bat out of hell, the engine screaming. I hit a speed you should never hit in first gear. The instructors had pressed into us the point that if anything like this should happen, just lock down on the clutch and you’ll roll to a stop. Ha. My left hand took one look at the situation and fainted.
I think I must have eventually grabbed the clutch, because somehow I rolled to a stop without hitting anyone or running into the tire barrier around the range. My brain was still catching up, and so I wound up gently lowering the bike to the ground, throttle still locked to full and roaring, and only then did I remember, “Hey, there’s an engine cutoff switch. Maybe I should use that.” The bike died and I could finally think again.
Ugh. What a way to end the night. The instructors were understanding, and nobody got hurt so it was all good, but that was a scary demonstration of what can happen to an inexperienced and tired rider. I was on a wide-open asphalt lot with nobody but a few other students around. What if that had happened while making a turn on the street, with a car not 20 feet in front of me? There’s nothing like the thought of being a flaming cruise missile of death to sober one up.
I’m not discouraged, and I intend to see this through. But we don’t get back on the bikes until Monday, and that’s just fine with me.