Reader Story: Pushing Through Negative Motorcycling Comments
I turned into the empty Walmart parking lot one chilly April morning and spotted my older sister, Liz, parked and waiting for me, a big smile planted on her face. Wearing a black leather jacket, black gloves and boots, a helmet, and sunglasses, she and I could’ve been twins that morning. She was sitting on her cycle, primed for practice.
Reader Story: Pushing Through Negative Motorcycling Comments









