Fairleigh Dickerson University

This will probably be the death of me.
With a permit snugly tucked in my breast pocket, I threw my leg over the seat. Ignition on. Engine on. Left hand gripping the clutch. A flick of the throttle.
The motor screams to life.
Riding the clutch, I powerwalk to the start. Shifting gears, picking up speed, figure 8s, swerving in and out, hugging curves and turning corners. quick stop!
The MSF Instructor walks up, graded sheet in hand containing the results of three days of riding.
A permit no longer. License to ride!
That red light in the distance? My taillight. Watch out!
Forget fear. Worry about the addiction.

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