Back home in Mexico City, the following step was to get my first motorbike, for which I started a search on the internet, magazines and stores, looking for a 125 cc motorbike. I knew that I wanted small one to start riding and see if I was really into it.
I visited Honda, Suzuki and Yamaha and I liked some bikes, but they were heavy for me, not comfortable. My weight is 54 kgs. (119 lbs). I’ve been told that weight doesn’t matter when you have experience and skills riding the bike, what is important is that you feel comfortable and safe on your first bike.
Weeks later I went to a motorbike exhibition near home. Almost all the bikes I saw were so big, except for scooters, but I didn’t want a scooter. I wanted one with gears, so it would be better to ride and practice for maybe traveling on it one day. 🙂
In a booth I saw a small red bike being exhibited. I jumped on it and it felt good, I could step on the floor. The way lit up for me: it would be my first bike, I felt it.
It was an unknown make for me: Izuka. These bikes are sold through Kawasaki store in Mexico. The model is a TL125A -125CC-. The price was affordable but at that time I didn’t have enough money to buy it. I has to wait for a while.
In the meantime, I visited the store Plaza Kawasaki with my sister Rosa, to try this bike again, and I liked the blue one. The salesman explained to us a lot of things, like all the paperwork I needed to do, such as the insurance, the license plate, etc. Also, he said that he could give me a couple of classes to ride in the city. I agreed, because even thought I had taken my motorcycle course, it had been three months since the last time I had practiced. (Since I had practiced for the last time).
The day that the salesman brought the bike home, I was so happy. I arrived home from the office earlier than usual, it was a week day.
I was ready even with my keychain, which I got with the image of Marie Antoinette. I love the soundtrack of the movie “Marie Antoinette” by Sofia Coppola
Link to the music videos —–>
Days later, I asked my dad to come with me to see the bike. I knew he’d want to see it because he had told me that when he was 17 years old, he had ridden a friend’s bike, but he only rode it a couple of times and that was it. Now I think he is proud that his little girl is riding a motorbike, every time I speak about it I can see a big smile on his face.