When Nicole Bonza had to give up her beloved motorcycle after experiencing mechanical failure and having a brand new baby, she went into a “hibernation” of sorts. After six years of not riding, the 44-year-old mother of two bought a new Honda CBR650R. Able the “breath again,” she feels her life coming back.
The team at Women Riders Now (WRN) is celebrating the success of its first ever “bike build” with its custom two-wheeler Strider balance bike called “Progressions.” The Strider will be auctioned off in January to benefit the All Kids Bike program, which places kindergarten physical education learn-to-ride programs into public schools with the proceeds.
Daytona Bike Week kicks off the unofficial “start” of the riding season and this year runs March 6 to 15. Weve put together some valuable information, including events hosted by womens riding clubs, plus info on accommodations, places to visit, and things to see during this year’s 79th annual rally.
When Sherry lost her beloved husband and riding partner, Richard, she ensured the familys tradition of touring would continue.
Two friends set out on a 10,000-mile motorcycle tour unaware of how the journey would affect their relationship. What they learned will help you on your next tour with a riding partner.
Riding with your young child on the back of the bike. Should you or shouldnt you?
Find out how this woman fell in love with two-wheeled adventure and then got her husband to ride.
From riding behind her husband to getting her own bike, Jenny discovers that exploring her home state is better on two wheels.
Sash had her back propped up against a set of pillows on our hotel bed, with the covers pulled up to her waist. In front of her was her laptop. By her side was her smartphone. On the nightstand was a tray of prescription meds, and on her shoulder was a bag of ice.
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.