OK, now going in Neutral around a corner, not very clever.
Taking the clutch for a break lever, less cool, especially in third gear braking.
Using the horn without even noticing, that was amusing.
Plodding around cones at Low speed, now that was nasty. These things are so heavy and unstable, it felt like it just wanted to keel over and die. My arm on the inside of the turn would suddenly have a fit and seize, thus preventing me to do any kind of semblance of turn. My foot would suddenly go to ground thinking "hey, my leg can stop that 180 kg monster to fall over!". Er... no.
All in all, a mixed feeling. Like a first day on a snowboard or a bicycle. It just takes practise to get over the fear. I felt like a retard though. Looks easy, but it's definitely not as easy as I thought.
I'll get the confidence going at high speed that should help me with the low speed. Or so my deluded self thinks anyway. Something hasn't clicked yet, but for the first two hours, I can't really complain.
Plus, it was raining, cold, but that never bothered me, never got in the way of the enjoyment. Then I just KNOW I'm made for bikes.