by Marianne (Chrome Nomad)
By day, I am a tame,
loving mother and part time Realtor. I am also wife (fifteen years and
counting) to a traveling man and all the other things that come with
these roles. I take my son to karate and I am teaching my other son
proper use of this convoluted language we speak here in America. My boys
and my husband are my life. So, why would I want to jeopardize all that
by doing something as dangerous as riding a motorcycle?
"I had an uncle once who had a bad motorcycle wreck and was badly hurt."
I've heard it all. Yes, I've had multiple friends who died on
motorcycles. I've also known people who died in car wrecks, but I still
drive a car. So, why do we ride? It's a man's world out there. Why would
we want to be a part of that mixed up bunch of misfit bikers? I
scoff. Well, folks, Bikers aren't all their stereotype would have you
believe them to be. Bikes are expensive, so the traditional Bad Boy
Biker image is frequently an alter-ego of a weekday professional.
While riding motorcycle riding is considered dangerous, I believe that
statistics will show some degree of inflation of that danger. Many
people drop bikes - sure. I've come close but was able to wrestle it
back before it went past the point where I could hoist it back. I was
all but stopped and it would have done little more than scratch my leg
and infuriate me at my own mishandling of a turn. How many people get in
serious accidents on motorcycles, really?
Most accidents are by novice riders. Yes, novice riders. How many of us
go to a parking lot and practice slow maneuvers? We should. Drive a
cul-de-sac in your neighborhood and make your turns around get smaller
and smaller on a regular basis. Make both left and right turns. Practice
yanking the bike left or right, then back, as if you were avoiding an
obstacle or animal. Another great thing thing to do is to take a riding
course. In my area there are beginner and advanced courses. The beginner
courses offer a great opportunity to learn riding from complete novice
to street safe on their motorcycles. You will do cones, emergency
braking and obstacle avoidance, class time, plus lots of other stuff all
quick weekend. It's blessed by the licensing agency of Texas and can
constitute the riding portion of your motorcycle license. The advanced
course requires you to ride your own bike and focuses on advanced
emergency procedures which you really need to be able to do in real-life
situations. Take the course. Learn all you can learn, and practice
frequently because the road isn't always straight and dry. Eventually
you will need to call upon those skills.
So, now motorcycle riding isn't as dangerous. Why do I ride? Multiple
reasons. First, because sometimes I need to step out of my Wife/Mother
groove and take a break. I get on the bike and leave that behind. I can
ride together with husband or friends or alone and I'm, a carefree kid
again. Children, jobs, and responsibilities are placed neatly on a shelf
for a few hours. I can't even talk on my cell phone. When I return I
feel as invigorated and alive as if I had just dipped my sweaty body
into a cool pool.
Second, maybe I like to stir the pot a little so to speak. I do not like
fitting into neat little stereotypes. I revel in my uniqueness and
individuality. No cookie-cutter roles for me. I do not want to be
classified as an "A," "B," or "C." I'm so excited to see other women out
there riding. High five to all of you other ladies out there who have
the courage to do your own beautiful, thing regardless of the opinions
Finally, I've always been a bicycle rider so I understand the physics of
two wheels. I love the speed. Motorcycles are like bicycles on steroids.
All I can say is that some of us out there have to experience a little
risk and be on the edge just a little for the life inside us to be fully
awakened and for us to feel alert to wonders this beautiful world has to
offer. Let's celebrate our love of bikes. When someone asks us why we
ride, just say, "If I have to explain it to you, you'll never
understand." You go, girls!
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