Okay, I am still alive.
Dude that taught me was fuckin awesome - 27yo Albanian kid (Italy's neighbor). Really smart, quality accent, and a natural born teacher. Lol, we talked a lot about Italian chicks. Anyway...
I met him at a huge parking lot in Forest Park in Queens. As I was sitting there waiting for him, 2 interesting things happened. 1) I had to pee so fucking bad I was forced to go into my 1.5 liter bottle of evian - and almost filled it up! 2) some jagoff in a Mustang came by and just ran donuts for a few minutes:
Anyway, dude showed up and just talked me through the bike and some general approaches to riding ("Always ride as if you're invisible", etc). Took me through how the bike runs and where everything was on the bike. Then I just sat on it and got the feel for it, leaned it to both sides to understand its weight (Ninja 250, somethin like 300 lbs). Then I started it a few times, using the choke. Then he pushed me on it for a while and we did some turning. Worked on braking a bit, where I managed to almost send myself flying over the handlebars (that shit be's sensitive).
Then we had me ride some circles with the choke about half way pulled down, more turning and some brake work. I eventually got the confidence to actually pick my feet up and relax and enjoy the ride. Worked on stopping a lot, which I suck at.
Then the fucking kid tells me he's gonna hop on back and I'm gonna ride around with him on the back for a while. Look, I don't mind killing myself, but I can't go killing any Albanians. Anyway, it was fine once I figured out how to handle the added weight distribution.
We ended by working on actually using the throttle to get going, as opposed to the choke. That took a little while to figure out, mainly cause I kept thinking in my mind that as soon as I let off the clutch and hit the throttle a little the bike would take off. Stalled out on me twice, but I got better as went along. It's amazing how damn sensitive the throttle is (and keep in mind, this is a 250). Anyway, I got better at it eventually. Repetition will be the key to success here. Ended up out there for 3 hours. FREEZING too.
We're gonna do another 3 hours next Sat. He suggested I get my permit ASAP so he and I can hit the local streets in Queens. Shit was fun, y'all. Found me a new passion
Oh, then I come home and see this - an Animal Hospital a few blocks from me was on fire. BLAZING. I watched the fire eat the fucking roof to pieces. There were about 10 firetrucks when I left the scene. I think all the animals got out safely.