[ It's much easier to follow along when someone is explaining it step by step like this and even demonstrating for Fern so that she can mimic it. It reminds her just a little of training she received from Kel, years ago now. Riding this motorcycle isn't the same as fighting for your life, but nonetheless, it's what comes to mind.
She follows after the woman and copies the serpentine movements she makes with the bike. There are a few times when Fern has to put her feet against the gravel to steady herself when the bike goes into a swerve, but she can see how steering it like this actually helps maintain control.
She's aware of the brakes, of course, but it's good to know that they each do different things and can also be used together for the best results. She isn't told which is which, though, so experimentation it is.
— Except then another person in a car blasts past them at what feels like far too great a speed. Fern pulls down on one of the brakes out of instinct, but then it feels like her tires are suddenly skidding across ice. She grits her teeth hard and grabs the other brake, causing the motorcycle to suddenly but effectively screech to a stop.
She catches her breath from the way that all caused her heart to leap up into her throat. Once the hammering in her chest slows slightly, she glances at her temporary tutor, her stunned expression smoothing out into a grateful one. ]
... Like that.
[ She's no expert, but she's getting the hang of it to the point that she isn't likely to get herself killed, at least. ]
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She follows after the woman and copies the serpentine movements she makes with the bike. There are a few times when Fern has to put her feet against the gravel to steady herself when the bike goes into a swerve, but she can see how steering it like this actually helps maintain control.
She's aware of the brakes, of course, but it's good to know that they each do different things and can also be used together for the best results. She isn't told which is which, though, so experimentation it is.
— Except then another person in a car blasts past them at what feels like far too great a speed. Fern pulls down on one of the brakes out of instinct, but then it feels like her tires are suddenly skidding across ice. She grits her teeth hard and grabs the other brake, causing the motorcycle to suddenly but effectively screech to a stop.
She catches her breath from the way that all caused her heart to leap up into her throat. Once the hammering in her chest slows slightly, she glances at her temporary tutor, her stunned expression smoothing out into a grateful one. ]
... Like that.
[ She's no expert, but she's getting the hang of it to the point that she isn't likely to get herself killed, at least. ]