Motorcycle Drive By

So I have began riding a motorcycle. To be honest, it has just been my first week into driving one and I have just about fifty reminders on not to drink and drive. Well, I do not intend to do both at the same time. Who is the dimwit who paired those two together? It would never work as coffee with Ovaltine.

Some just random stories with my motorcycle drive bys:

The first day, I was kicking the life out of my starter only to notice that I have not even turned on the key. Well to be fair, I did not run over some poor dog or crashed into a stationary car on my first time and mind you, I have overtaken two padyaks during that day (the other one was parked).

The second day was more eventful. I had just gone home from a mild drinking spree with officemates. I had three to four glasses of Fundador so I was tipsy at best which I think gave me the psuedo-confidence to drive again for this consecutive night. The plan was to buy some fries at McDonald's centro, not crash the bike and go home safely. To my credit, I did well. On my way home (I took the Barlin route to Sta. Cruz), an acquaintance hailed me and hitched for a ride. As he positioned behind me this was the conversation:

Me: This is my second night of driving a motorcycle.

Him: Is that so? Are you serious?

Me: Yes.

Him: You seem to smell of alcohol.

Me: Yes, I guess I had some shots.

Him: Can you please pull me over at the next corner?

I guess the second day of driving was just not making it for him. Good for him. To date, I have been enjoying the ride and being too cautious and nervous to a fault, especially with curves and overtaking buses. (See I ride daily the Maharlika Highway). I hope this does not jinx my so far unblemished riding record.