For many years I rode around on the backs of motorcycles. This was primarily because I couldn't convince anyone to teach me. I was seen as "not a very good driver" mostly. I had given up asking after a while. It is represented as a very hard thing to do and quite dangerous. To me, the risk of learning was pretty scary. Late in life, I broke down and took a class to learn to ride (best move in a long time, although for weird reasons). I haven't managed to kill myself yet.
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