This weekend is earmarked for the Basic Safety Rider’s Course. Upon completion, I will be licensed to ride Bonnie anywhere I like. I predict this will happen often, as I have no shame. Oh yeah, this is Bonnie:
In case the week couldn’t end on a stronger crescendo, a handwritten note requesting The Last Track arrived via post on Thursday. Besides the personal touch, it marked another first because they asked for an author bio and my short term writing goals. Never has anyone asked me that, and it felt pretty good, though it also meant writing something coherent quickly and on demand. I opted for humor over pomp.
Even more interesting, while the agent publicly and explicitly discourages electronic solicitations, they asked for me to send all materials to them via email.
Another step closer, I march.
And then?
Good luck on the cycle test, Dude! Be careful, people in cages are not looking out for you.
Good luck with the book.
Thanks, rutreau. Last night was 4 hours in the classroom; today 3 hours plus 7 hours riding. I’m seeing the road and my fellow drivers in a whole new light. All that on 6 hours sleep.
Sunday is the evaluation test–which follows 5 more hours on the course.
Good times.