The good and bad of being a middle-aged motorbike learner
You're slower to catch on.
You're not afraid to pull up mid-lesson, turn the bike off and say to the instructor:
"Sorry mate, you're going too fast. I just need to ride around the carpark for a while and get used to sitting on this damn thing before I start worrying about indicator on, glance in mirror, look over shoulder, feather the clutch..."
Fortunately my instructor is a top bloke and didn't mind at all.
"Good on you," he said, "the student must always set the pace. You just looked very comfortable so I presumed you were ready to move on."
"Nah," I said, "that comfortable look is a complete sham, perfected over many years of being a manager where it's important to look like you know what you're doing even though you haven't got a clue."
He smiled. He got it.