First time on a bike! YAY! Broken ankle 10 minutes later - BOO!
My 2006 Suzuki Boulevard
My story starts out like so many others...
My significant other has been riding for about 30 years off and on. Randomly browsing craigslist, I saw a 2006 Suzuki Boulevard 650. Sometimes in my head snapped, and I declared "I HAVE to have this bike! It's MINE!". (Can you blame me? She's a sexy lil beast!)
I talked with my bf about it - who informed me that I'm nuts because I've never been on a bike as the passenger before, let alone drive and own one.
I bargained with him that if he wanted to get a bike (he sold his a few years before) that we'd both get bikes!
Of course - his tune changed and he was positive this was the bike for me. We went and saw it - PERFECT condition, only 2,100 miles. I got on it and grinned and we brought it home in the truck.
BF gets his bike delivered (82 Suzuki 1100E) a few days later.
I promptly take my permit test and pass - 100% correct! I signed up for the basic riders course and paid my registration fees! I get the bike insured and pay DMV their insane fees and I'm good to go! We go the next day and get a full face helmet and boots! So excited! I'm ready!
Except I'm not.
I struggle starting it because I can't figure out the choke. After about 5 tries, my BF does it for me. Then I coast down the drive way (a small hill) and learn the brakes a bit.
This is where the fun stops and the hurt starts!
BF decides that I should learn to go up the driveway. I tell him (muffled through my full face helmet because I don't want to let go of the bike yet) "I'm scared. Can't I just learn on the flat road?"
He tells me that I need to learn how to get in the driveway on my own - do I plan on having him park it for me every day? He smiles sweetly and encourages me.
I start up the hill twice. First time I stall out because I don't know how much gas to give. Second time I get a bit further, but stall out again. This time, BF tells me to give it more gas and I can do it! He's sure! He's proud! I'm doing great!
I am determined to not stall out again.
Instead - I ride my first wheelie....
I gave it way too much throttle, slipped the clutch - and up I went. Then - down I went!
I fell off the bike just a nanosecond before it came down as well. I landed half on the grass, half on the driveway. The bike landed on me - foot peg (not the spring kind either - the full stiff peg) landed directly on my ankle.
Long story short - the bike is (somehow) perfect besides the footpeg being bent. Not a scratch, dent or ding on her.
My ankle however, is not. Fractured tibula in two places and a fractured foot plate to boot. Dr said if I wasn't wearing bike boots, I'd have a shattered ankle and foot - def need reconstructive surgery.
It's been 4 weeks - probably have 4 more to go, before I'm out of a cast.
I'm determined to get back on her, because the longer I'm off, the more of a "stupid idea" it was to get a bike (with everyone i know saying the same).
Now? I'm inching towards being terrified of getting back on. What do I do?