Thread:OodlesOfTootles/@comment-28482541-20180205031514/@comment-32899062-20180205053500

Ah, the days of being a passenger. It's what made me want to be the driver even more. I am petite in size so you can imagine the bobblehead helmet being in the way of trying to hold on to someone. I didn't like how my neck was constantly snapped back either. I fixed this by refusing to hold on to the driver and instead, holding on to the seat strap. My boyfriend (at the time) didn't like this because I weighed 90 something pounds and he couldn't feel me on the back of the back. Every now and then, he'd have to reach back with his arm to feel me on the bike. And then one day the bike laid and my hand was stuck in the seat strap when it went down. The bike was an R1 so you can imagine the weight on me.

That was the last time I was a passenger. My sisters all tried to talk me out of it but as you know, I'm stubborn 😜