I don't have great hair. I have lots of it, but it's not great. Every day it's a challenge as it has a mind of its own. It's always a running battle between me, several 'wonder' products, the hairdryer and the straightener to see who will win. Victory is occasionally mine, but it is usually as short lived as my glossy locks when the life of the products wears out and the straw that I was born with returns with a vengeance!
Not being blessed with long glossy locks, most days are 'bad hair days' for me. But yesterday was the worst!! Because not only did I have the ordinary everyday follicle problems to contend with, I also had a new style thrust upon me that I could do nothing about....."Helmet Hair".
I had my first lesson on the bike yesterday, and I am not impressed. I know I tried the helmet on in the shop but it wasn't on me for very long so my hair stayed (sort of) intact. But yesterday I reached all new 'bad hair day' heights. Actually it wasn't high at all, it was flat, flat and stuck to my head making me look like I had been....em.....well.....eh, wearing a helmet! None of the other bikers seemed to care, perhaps because they were a bit more 'follicle - y' challenged than me! So now, on my four day Charity trip around Ireland, I not only have to cope with sitting still for hours on end without talking, I will also have to cope with bad hair days!!
But my lesson around the racing circuit yesterday, wasn't a complete disaster, I learned loads. I now know how to be safe on the bike. I know how to board and disembark, I know where the emergency exits are, I know what to do in the case of an emergency. I also learned that falling asleep on the back of the bike is dangerous (as if!!) and most importantly, not to ask the driver "are we there yet" every three minutes while he is concentrating on driving the bike....
But all joking aside, I actually surprised myself and wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be, and even got so comfortable that I was able to move around on the seat so that I wouldn't get stiff. I learned how to keep my legs moving, safely, so that they won't seize up from siting in the one position for too long. I also learned that I don't have to lean over as far as I though I would and that the bike most of the work when going around corners. He (Joe, the Rider) also showed me how to stand up on the back to relieve the stress on my knees, but I didn't quite have the courage to do that. He assures me that after the first day, I will be doing that every hour. I love his optimism!! We did get the bike up to cruising speed of about 60km (well it is a Harley after all and not a racing bike) and that was just about enough for me. It was a lovely day and it did feel quite pleasant to have the wind whipping around me. Joe did tell me tho' that the bike could do 120km and he would do that speed if he had to overtake a truck on a motorway. Yikes! That made my hair stand on end! Obviously metaphorically speaking, as in reality it was jammed to my head by the helmet!
Except for the hair bit, I am now beginning to actually look forward to this trip.
Anyway it's such a beautiful day today, so who cares about hair and it's problems. I am going to sit here, outside on my decking, in the rare and beautiful sunshine and just enjoy it....
(while the sun bleaches my hair.....and dries it out......and makes it fuzzy..... and makes it stand on end.....I give up!!!)
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