Approaching Age 50 and Riding Into My Fullness

I am finally coming into my own as a rider, a woman who has found a home in the road, and an independent spirit. I am happily married, but within that marriage I’ve gained a sense of independence that I never dreamed possible. I was on a narrow stretch of pavement that ran through ranches of northeastern Wyoming where I felt this sense of permanence settle in.

Four Women Compete in Cross-Country Motorcycle Event

Four women are participating in this year’s Motorcycle Cannonball Endurance Run, taking place September 5 – 21, 2014, the largest number of female participants since the coast-to-coast vintage motorcycle endurance rally began in 2010. They women are all riding pre-1936 motorcycles, which makes the journey all the more challenging.

Sturgis Motorcycle Rally Virgins

If you’ve ever enjoyed the feeling of being unique on your motorcycle, don’t go to the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. Because no matter how amazing you may be, you’re just another nobody on a bike. The exception is if you stand completely nude on Main Street. And I mean completely nude—because if you go with boots, a bikini bottom and pasties, you’ll find plenty of women already doing that.

A Guy and Girl Ride Forever On Their Motorcycles

There are times I wonder if Im just dreaming all this. It was in 2011 that she and I got together. Each of us had been married to other people. We were each 45 when we decided the other was the soul mate we had searched for in vain. In 2013, Sash bought her first motorcycle and three months later, we set off on our bikes for a six-month road trip across the country and back. Were now on another motorcycle road trip, but this time were looking to make it permanent.

Events: Steel Horse Sisterhood Summit Rocks Denver

For me, the Steel Horse Sisterhood Summit was also a sort of coming-of-age as a female motorcycle rider, having never attended such an event before. Being accepted with open arms by hundreds of seasoned motorcyclists made it feel as if I had reached a milestone in my year and a half experience of riding. No competition, no cattiness, no judgment; just kinship on an unspoken level.

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