I will tell you about how I flew at speed into a field of corn on a motorcycle;).
Drawing by Odessa home artist uncle Sasha.
When a man is expecting a son, and a daughter is born, he is not very upset. When I was 8 years old, he firmly decided that I should ride a motorcycle! Then we had this motorcycle with a sidecar. I had no choice, my dad said he was studying!:))).
Photos from the Internet.
Before that, I was only carried in a motorcycle sidecar. Dad strictly said, mom can ride and you should be able to drive a motorcycle!
I had square eyes and my hands were shaking, but I sat on this horse, almost reaching for the shift pedals. From time 5 started, from time 4 started. My dad kept saying that this is not how I do things. And the steering wheel was too heavy for me, constantly pulled in the direction of the stroller.
We lived near a cornfield not far away. A ditch was dug along the field for wiring pipes 1.5 meters deep and approximately the same width. Dad kept yelling that I was going like a turtle and I added gas!
I lost control and we flew over the ditch into the corn.
I let go of the steering wheel and we rolled as much as we could on the corn, it's good that I let go of the gas. corn loved us in all parts of the body:))). Dad was white, and I was laughing in this corn, then dad went away from the shock and for a long time sitting in the corn, we laughed! Then I realized-it was a baptism of fire corn! The men against the corn wool barely pulled out the motorcycle and also all laughed very much. I had to make a bridge across the moat to get a motorcycle.
That's how my first day of learning to ride a motorcycle passed;), it was fun.
In the 8th grade, my dad bought a motorcycle for my birthday, I was the happiest person! Corn went around the side:))). My horse Minsk is still alive. When I come to visit my parents, I sometimes ride it.
But I still have a dream to buy a motorcycle, I think I will do it!
