How rubbish is coming home?!?

[tommysmithfromleeds]

Set off on my first *real* trip on monday; just a casual three-day drive around the Peak District, which will be followed by the Dales and Lakes, Scotland and Wales, Ireland and then the 'big leagues'. Im only a 125cc er on a Provisional licence so thought I would take it steady and not jump in too deep to start off with. So after packing my top box and heading out I was weary of the choices I had made, but low and behold everything came off in the end and I am now on my way to becoming the rider I want to be. The top box was packed wrong and threw me off balance; resolved. The fog and mist on top of the peaks meant I couldnt see a thing; survived. The leather jacket I took that might not be warm enough; well it was.

The trip, as small as it was, has given me more confidence to go out and do it, rather than sit and home and moan about how scared you are of something going wrong.

The main dis-comfort is being back home; people don't get what your about, or why you did what you did, and do what you want to do. They don't seem to care. Anyone else find this unsettling?

Still though, I f*****g loved it!

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