Bawk!

Yeah...I made it about a mile before I told Mostly Naked (not too calmly, either) to turn around so I could get my own bike. I'd like to pin the whole decision to not ride 2-up on the suit, because this was only the second time I've ridden in it and it's still stiff and binding and mildly uncomfortable. I'd also be willing to say it was because I was sliding all over the back seat and couldn't grip Mostly Naked's tank without slipping around. Honestly, though, too scared. I think I would've been able to ride 2-up if I had my regular riding clothes on...but now that I'm back home I know better. Sitting way up on the "perch," bouncing around, sliding forward off the seat, having nothing substantial to hang on to without crushing the pilot...I will probably never ride on the back of a sportbike ever again. I need to be able to grip the bike with my legs. I have to have handlebars to hold on to. I'm suddenly aware of a bit of a control issue too.

So we turned around and I got my good old Triumph out and fan-folded myself in my suit on my own bike and we rode. Much better.

Faster can wait. I'll wear the mantle of Hind Tit begrudgingly, but at least my heart rate will climb back down off the ceiling. Annny minute now would be sweet...