Lady Luck and I have some guests this week. Last night, we took them out for a ride. Since the Triumph's passenger seat is only comfortable for small people, our friend's 8 year old daughter rode with me.
I'll tell you what, there aren't many things more nerve-wracking than having someone else's child on the back of your bike.
I try to ride gently when I have a passenger, since I have no idea what their moto-tolerance is like. Some people can't wait to pick up coins in curves, others are certain gravity is going to punish them for daring to defy it.
Of course, throwing someone else's kid into the equation adds another wrinkle: Not only do I have to worry about how the kid is feeling about the ride, I have to worry about how the parent is feeling about their kid's ride.
Through past observation, I have learned that a good way to get knocked the hell out is by scaring a parent who's kid is riding with you.
In light of this knowledge, I took it easy on the ride last night. Any turns happened at less than ten miles per hour. I accelerated and braked as if I had a ball of nitroglycerin balanced on the back seat.
The kid had a great time, and the parent is still talking to me, so I guess a good time was had by all.
Oh, and there's a pizza review coming up soon. Stay tuned.