Truth be known, Iâ€™m having real problems riding which may explain why Iâ€™m lurking on netrider so often and the mighty GPX 250 gathers dust under the car porch. I had been loving the thrill my Learnerâ€™s permit provided. I was reliving a misspent youth spent riding to the Private Bin nightclub in Canberra on Kwakas but this time I thought I was in control rather than merely being a pillion. My problems started when I dropped my bike for the first time. I had sworn that it would never happen to me if had anything to do with it. Iâ€™m a careful, cautious Learner of a rider who treats his life and the roads with respect (BMW here I come?). Inexperienced sure, but Iâ€™ve generally done the right things, read the theory, done all the courses and practiced with and learnt from the right mentors. And thatâ€™s when my skills failed! It was the best emergency braking you ever did see but so quick that I forgot that to stay upright a rider should at least place a foot on the ground. Better on a Pâ€™s test than on the road they tell me. I did not think that my confidence would be the least bit dented from the 0km per hour spill (unlike my shattered GPX clutch lever). It took a couple of weeks for the new lever to arrive. But during that time, like many a rider after an off, I had started to dwell on my actions. I was not helped by a fraying clutch cable that meant additional delays and more time for soul searching. My doubts are all-consuming now and I just donâ€™t know whether I can mix it up on the road again. I seem to have seriously lost my keys and am beginning to lose hope of finding them.