Premo-whatsit (the wasp)

My sixth sense has returned to me in an encounter with a curb (i think i lost). I got let loose on the biking world today (increasing Hampshires accident rate by half). I got a go on a 125 suzuki which was even more fun than I expected. Sadly, I was later demoted to a Moped. (The other 3 people got bored of watching me failing with the clutch).

It became increasingly apperent that my brain doesnt run on the same wavelength as everyone elses. My heads too far in the clouds to keep up with the real world. This never really bothered me before. Only on the drive home when I was recounting to mum how it took me a full 10 minutes to realise my instructer was trying to get me to pull the clutch in faster did I realise that my inability to concentrate might be interfering with my ability to function as a rational human being. I also blame my mutant tiny hands. You try keeping a constant rev with gloves 3 times too big.


By act of law, as passed by the rents I have to get a Ped before Im unleased on a Beast. I cant help but feel a bit dissapointed, after getting all excited about the Honda. I hate two strokes so much. I sort-of dispise myself for owning one. On the bright side, its the cutest thing since chickens. Its a wasp! And its tiny. Jenna-size. I'm going to have to do something about the Toy Story stickers some child 'decorated' it though. My instinctlead me to that baby. I saw the adertisement, saw the word "yellow" and had that wonderful gut connection, although all other features pointed away. We went to go see this huge chavvy ped-thing first and I had to use all my subtle hinting to stop her from sealing the deal. I just couldnt help but think "I could grow to hate this moped".

Riding was an amazing feeling though. The wind in your face, and just how direct the speed is...my mum can talk practicality all she wants, a cars got nothing on this.

Anyway, back to my premonition. There was this U-turn I had to make, after riding up a stretch of the road. I had this feeling of foreboding the instant I pulled away, I wasnt going to make it, my hand was aching, I couldnt stretch it round to the brake, I was heading for the bank...and of course slammed into it. It doesnt sound all that melodramatic, but I use to get stuff like this all the time. My intuition is back! Yay. Was it the sense of foreboding that made me panic? Hmmmm...