I’m really struggling with this topic. Riding has taught me many lessons. It’s taught me that you don’t brake hard on a damp road near a farm depot, or you will end up on your arse underneath a Triumph. It’s also taught me not to overtake erratically driven Hyundai hatchbacks, because then you will end up on your arse underneath a 1200 GS on the A1, and they’re a lot heavier.
But it also taught me that when you need help removing a large motorcycle from your lap, the universe usually provides a burly farmer to do the heavy lifting. Or, should you require assistance returning your Africa Twin to a vertical orientation after dropping in your garage, a cheerful Polish passer-by will stop, help, proffer his phone number and offer to drop in on his way home to make sure you haven’t done it again .
I am not sure these count as hard lessons. A hard lesson sounds like it should be wisdom painfully won. Though the A1 is quite painful when you hit it after hitting the side of a Hyundai.
The hardest lesson to learn? Sometimes you have to go home.
This post is part of the February 2017 Brave, Bold Beautiful Blogger Challenge by 
Toadmama. Find out more here: Brave, Bold, Blogger Challenge. I really enjoyed #29in29 and know that I need a kick up the arse to start posting again.
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Sounds like some painful lessons!