I am married to a serious James Bond fan. I have seen every James Bond film at least three times.
There are valuable life lessons to be learned from these films.
For instance, at any given moment, you may be attacked by an evil world conqueror. In your water- and wrinkle-proof tuxedo, you will have to cleverly devise a means of escape. But you will only have two options: either slip into your scuba gear that miraculously folds into a 1" square which is now stashed in your breast pocket, or jump onto the motorcycle that is conveniently abandoned steps away from you.
With this in mind, a few years ago I decided to get my motorcycle licence. Besides, I was getting a little tired of sitting on the back of the bike. The back of The Husband's helmet just doesn't do it for me.
So I took the course. One of the ridiculous things they make you do is maneuver your bike around a tight 45° angle. Anyone who rides knows that you can't make your bike turn unless it's actually moving. But I couldn't give it gas otherwise I would have toppled the pylons. As I'm trying to make this corner, the bike wobbles. My boot gets caught on the spikes of the foot pedal and I can't stabilize myself. I begin to tip and can't get my leg out to stop myself from falling. Just as I fall with the bike between my legs, my foot comes loose and my ankle is crushed between the pavement and the bike pedal.
We were being tested later that day. Needless to say, I failed the test. BY ONE FRICKN' POINT!! AARRRRRRGH!!!!
Sigh. So I went back the next week and re-tested. And passed! I am now the proud owner of a 535 Virago. Ain't she sweet?!
Next on the Bond List ... scuba lessons!