What sort of motorcyclist is SH, then, and whatever possessed him to choose that particular type of guest?
Cue "Sweet Emotion" by Aerosmith—that iconic 1975 hard rock anthem born entirely out of tension and interpersonal loathing. Perhaps that is SH’s own vibe right now: a bit of toxic tension bubbling away beneath the surface. It appears he is navigating a rather delicate situation regarding personal boundaries, self-worth, and relationship dynamics. Deciding whether to accept someone's glaring limitations or live in hope that they might change can be deeply tedious 😵💫
It’s time to grow up, surely? An antlered moose. Seriously? Did a certain animal choose motorbike, and he tagging it for a laugh? Or perhaps the "sweet emotion" of a ride through Gallo-way—which included the animal beside him. If so, the man has a sense of humour. It was all a bit of a "pinch-me" moment.
Naturally, this is a textbook sunk-cost fallacy. The longer SH lingers in this "randy adventure", the harder it becomes to make a graceful exit. He will likely cling even tighter to his position and swallow his own fabrications. After all, admitting the truth would mean acknowledging that the time, effort, and resources he has already squandered were an utter waste.
SH’s guest is clearly struggling with a specific manoeuvre—one absolutely vital for basic motorcycle control and safety—yet he remains blissfully unaware, offering zero correction. Precisely when he ought to be passing on seasoned riding tips to his companion, he chooses instead to behave like an overgrown child. Forward-mounted pegs allow a beginner to stretch their legs. Granted, mastering tight cornering takes a bit of practice—a fact that, predictably, completely eluded her. Or is "mastering tight corners" simply another fictional skill she claims to possess, and he foolishly swallows whole?
In all likelihood, he is well aware of her distinct lack of skill and simply chooses to look the other way. If he possessed an ounce of sense—which is highly debatable—he would wait until she demonstrates something resembling solid proficiency. One mistakenly thought he had a sharper mind and slightly better judgment.
He could offer his guest some advice on riding style. But, as always, that’s rather pointless when he doesn’t know much about it himself. Why doesn't he announce the final leg of the route where his guest disappeared in the photo? The motto here is simple: motorcyclists ride out together and arrive together, without acting like a bunch of muppets over the weekend.