Dedicated to the women who RIDE THEIR OWN motorcycles
SHOULD I RIDE MY OWN?
My husband asked for a motorcycle for his 40th birthday. I said, "Sure".
Everyone kept asking him how much begging he had to do for me to say yes
and I would just look at them. After riding on the back of his for a few
months he started asking me if I wanted to try riding. At first I could
not decide if I wanted to be known as a woman that rode a motorcycle. I
have always been very self conscious and remembered seeing women that
ride with tattoos and acting like wild things. Would people see me as
some kind of wild thing? Did it matter?
Finally I decided I better try riding. He was having too much fun! He
took me to the nearby church parking lot and explained the controls to
me. Then he pushed me around and let me just get the feel of steering
and braking. He rides an Intruder Volusia 800 so he was really worn out
from pushing me! But he wanted to introduce me in a gentle manner so he
was very patient with me. After I knew how to accelerate, brake and
steer he let go. When I realized he had let go and was just standing
there I felt like the 5 year old whose dad just let go of the bicycle!
But I kept going and managed to stop. Then I tried to turn and down I
went, on the left side of the bike. We tried going straight some more
and I was doing so well - until I stopped beside him and the pavement
had a slight slope to it. Down I went on the right side! Now his new
bike had scratches on each side. But he just shook his head and let me
keep riding around that parking lot.
I started checking ads and found a smaller Suzuki that I can handle much
better. We drove an hour away to look at it and he ended up riding it
home. I kept trying to ride it and falling. I drove out of my uphill
driveway right into the ditch across the street. I drove straight across
the road at a dead-end instead of turning. I slid down in a parking lot
where there was some gravel. Then...I took the MSF course! After that I
quit falling down and have graduated to the real road. I remember the
first time I rode on the road without falling. We live in the country
and I leaned into turns, talked myself through switchbacks, and sailed
down hills with towering pines on either side. I felt so excited that I
could ride now without falling down! I could turn, stop, start and not
panic if a dog was barking or a car was coming.
Because I am a newer rider I do not go far from home and I don't ride
much without my coach (hubby). But I can do it now and I know I will get
better as time goes by. I do enjoy getting out on the road and seeing
the country in a whole new way.