Okay, where’s is you clutch?’

 

Okay, where’s is you clutch?’

I pointed to the lever on my left handlebar. Letting go of the grip was a mistake. They heavy bike wobbled underneath me, threatening to knock me sidewise. I grabbed the handle again, trying to hold it straight.

“Jacob, it won’t stay up,” I complained.

“I will when you’re moving,” he promised.

“Now where is your brake?’

“Behind my right foot.”

“Wrong.”

He grabbed my right hand and curled my fingers around the lever over the throttle.

“But you said —“

“This is the brake you want. Don’t use this black brake now, that’s for later, when you know what you are doing?”

“That does not sound right,” I said suspiciously. “Aren’t both brakes kind of important?”