"If you were teaching me to clean, pack and shoot a musket, it'd take me forever to get to squeezing the trigger. I meant it went I said dance, it'll all become second nature, I promise."
"Alright, turn on the engine, check you aren't in park. Your foot is down, meaning you've lined up the first gear, but have to release the clutch to put it in sync with the engine. So gently lift your foot off the clutch with feathering in some gas by twisting the throttle."
She waited and held her breath. He get it, well, damn. The stationary tires would counter roll agains the bike to keep him in place and he'd get to try more. Or, he'd lurch and stall the engine.