After years of protesting, Kim finally relented to me riding around on a motorcycle here in Indonesia. Well, actually, I’ve never really wanted to get out and risk my life on one of these either, so she hasn’t had to protest very hard. But for the past year, as Kim and the kids have had a crazy challenging schedule with schooling, my getting around to the learning center, training meetings, and other events have become more and more difficult. So throughout the year, I’ve been hinting . . . at the possibility . . . that I may need . . . to get a motorcycle.
My good friend Mike O has been touting the “freedom” that comes from having one of these. Both in terms of getting unchained from the kids school schedule and also being able to weave through traffic and get to the head of the line (something all car drivers wish they could do as they curse the motorcycles that are moving ahead of them like ants swarming the opening out of their lair). So with Mike O in the US during the school break, I’m borrowing his bike to see if I can figure out how to do this and how easy or scary it is to get around on. And to my amazement, as well as to Kim’s, it’s been very easy to learn to get around.
