Reader Story: If She Can Do It, So Can I
The cycle continues
By Jill Smith, Massillon, Ohio
8/22/2010:
It's a hot summer's day and I'm waiting at a red light. I turn my head left to follow the roar of 10 bikes and 12 riders as they zoom past me on Route 21. That looks like so much fun, but I'm 54 years old and I don't know if I could learn to ride a motorcycle, let alone pick it up from the kickstand.
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Father Daughter Bonding Through Motorcycling
A young woman's perspective on riding
By Lauren Bachur, Bel Air, Maryland
5/1/2010:
"All set?" The sound of my father's voice was muffled against the angry roar of his Honda Magna 750cc V4. It's a question I've heard thousands of times before. I flashed a thumbs-up, my heart picking up speed as his foot pounded against the kickstand and his right hand twisted the throttle. We set off into a whole new world, a journey of the mind and soul as well as on the road itself.
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The Best Reason To Ride
Simply for the fun of it
By Jill Gatwood, Albuquerque, New Mexico
3/8/2010:
I don't ride a motorcycle to build or create an identity for myself. I am who I am whether I ride or not. I don't ride to prove that women are strong, brave and adventurous enough to ride motorcycles. I was those things before I began to ride and I think most women are, whether they like motorcycles or not (and still, the bravest, most challenging thing I've ever done is raise kids!).
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Adrenaline of Youth Recaptured in Motorcycling
Rekindling the fire
By Penny Bowhall, Nashville, Tennessee
2/7/2010:
I grew up with many brothers and a dad who always had Harley-Davidsons and hot rods. It was inevitable that I would own both. My first motorcycle was a mini bike with a metallic silver seat cushion, the kind you pull the rope to start. I got my first hot rod when I was 15, a 1966 Ford Mustang.
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Mom Is My Inspiration To Ride
How times have changed
By Teri Conrad, Lake Forest, California
11/27/2009:
It wasn't all that long ago that I would beg my mom to let me off her motorcycle a block before reaching my high school so as not to be spotted riding on the back. My how times have changed! Mom's passion for riding was an inspiration for me, and while my days riding as a passenger are all but over, these days I get more seat time riding my own motorcycles.
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No More Dreaming: Just Do It!
No longer a passenger in the ride of life
By Fran Mayko, Photos By Sara Mayko
11/2/2009:
When I turned 54, I dyed my hair fire-engine red, pierced my ears with a second set of holes, and obtained my motorcycle license. Friends and family chalked it up to a mid-life crisis; I looked upon it as throwing abandon to the wind.
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Myrtle Beach Bike Week: Not Like It Used To Be
One rider's journey to see if bikers are still welcome
By Beth Beckwith, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
10/19/2009:
We decided to give Myrtle Beach Bike Week a try when my friend suggested we visit her timeshare. We had read stories about how Myrtle Beach residents didn't want the "big bad bikers" and had instituted a number of laws to convince us to stay home or at least pick somewhere else to vacation. Undaunted by the bad press, we set out on a beautiful Thursday afternoon in early May to see if the press was making it out to be as bad as it truly was.
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Getting Past The Road Blocks
Physical handicaps aren't stopping her
By Cynthia Morgan, Lucedale, Mississippi
8/26/2009:
I am a flatbed truck driver. I ride a 2002 Harley-Davidson Road King that I bought from my brother and put 16,000 miles on in the first 13 months I had it. I have only been riding on my own for less than 2 years. Last November I fell from the top of a loaded flatbed, 7 feet in the air, head first. I shattered both my wrists, broke my nose and took 10 stitches in three places on my face. I had pins and external fixators on both my wrists for 10 weeks and lost all strength and flexibility on both.
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