Over the years, I’ve owned a number of motorcycles. I guess I’ve been lucky that I’ve had some great bikes in my time. Great for me, that is. I have ridden a few that I knew wouldn’t last long. It didn’t take long in the saddle to know that the ride wasn’t ‘just right’.
I remember the first motorcycle that I bought. A friend took me out to his brother’s place to look at it. After a little chatting, they put me in the seat and described the controls. I moved the bike about 20 ft and called for them to take the bike. I had no idea what I was sitting on because I was scared as hell that I’d dump it or rocket off into a wall or something. It took me a couple weeks to finally figure out what it “felt like”.