Just as an example, after doing circles in the driveway for about five minutes I decide that I am qualified to hit the open road. So I coax the missus into getting into the sidecar and off we go. I start heading down our rather steep drive. The missus starts screaming at me to slow down and I start laughing maniacally. I turn quickly on to the little country road I live on so she can jump out at the bottom and zip away.
Anyway, all this time the missus is still screaming but I have shut that part out. Like I said, I am not used to how this thing handles and I am trying to pay attention to what it is doing. And another thing, have you noticed they are much wider than a normal motorcycle. Did I mention the missus was still screaming, well about this time I notice that the sidecar was bouncing up and down and I suddenly realized that I was driving the bike in the right hand track. This had the effect of putting the sidecar off the side of the road almost into the ditch. This was way the missus was screaming.
So I figured that since I was already half off the road I might as well see how it handled off road and I turned into the field next to the road. This of course made the missus scream even louder. I couldn’t really hear her however, because the huge grin on my face was blocking my ears.
When we returned to the house the missus hit me on the top of the head and took my place on the bike. I took hers in the sidecar and off we went again. Where I discovered that riding the sidecar was almost as much as driving the bike.
Life is good.
Yankee Dog
