"Why don't you try riding the motorbike?" he asked me. The french family has a little mini motorcycle/scooter that they use to zip around town. Seemed like a good idea. Until I got out on the street and realized there were lots of things I didn't think about before I hit the street. Like, why were my side mirrors folded in so I couldn't see behind me? What do I do when a car is really close behind me? How do I signal?
Luckily there wasn't too much traffic, so when I was turning and forgot to slow down there wasn't anybody there to hit. But of course there were like three cars behind me when I stopped at a red light on a slightly sloping street and just fell over. The motorbike didn't actually fall on top of me, as I gave a heroic effort to stop the fall and stay upright just in time for the light to turn green.
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