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When a woman becomes a biker, she undergoes a change in her way of thinking. Reading numerous bottles of shampoo, wrinkle creams and many fashion magazines has taught us to speak in a seemingly foreign language to many men. However, when a woman becomes a biker it begins to bridge the communication gap between the sexes.

When people ask me how I started riding, I answer, “A sheer determination to ride and I was pissed off.” Growing up, I had never been around a motorcycle. I was known as a responsible, nice, sweet girl. I was also a girl scared of most everything. Then, I met a biker guy. He was free-spirited, and not afraid of anything. He took me on my first ride and I fell in love with riding.

I hadnt given much thought to motorcycles. My dad owned a couple when I was small and my mother was terrified of them so I wasnt allowed on them. My dad died a few years back and my travels led me to see more and more iron horses on the roadways. The sound of one approaching would remind me of my dad and I begin to notice how beautiful each one was and how those straddling them seemed to know some joy I didnt.

My dad was in prison when I was born and my mom had fire under her feet. We moved from the tiny town I was born in when I was 4 days old and kept moving. With no dad and no siblings that meant for an extremely lonely life for me. That extremely lonely life, always being the new kid in town, never having any roots, mom working 10-hour days waiting tables meant two things: drugs and men.

I just celebrated my 50th birthday and recently have had a lot of stress in my life. I was thinking, “What would put a smile back on my face?” I realized I had always wanted to ride a motorcycle and never did. The reason I havent is that I have three boys and I didnt want to influence them into getting a bike and killing themselves.

I never thought riding would become the way I de-stress. Riding found me when I needed it most. I am a 46-year-old mother of 11 children all mine, ages 4 to 24. Ive been married to the same man for 26 years. I have been home schooling for 15 years and will probably continue doing so for the next 18 years as well. Life can get pretty hectic!

Nothing makes me feel better, mentally or physically, than riding a motorcycle. I learned how to ride when I was 18. Had a Yamaha RD200 for a whole year. Didnt know much about maintenance. Basically just kept her clean and full of gas. I loved riding that bike.

It was October 2005 and my custom Sportster came in second place at the Rats Hole Custom Bike show in Daytona Beach, Florida. I was so unbelievably excited, however it was a bittersweet victory.

I am a child psychologist and a fairly new rider of a year and a half. My life has been spent advocating for childrens rights and raising my family to the best of my ability. I became interested in motorcycles through an Internet friend of mine in Australia who I owe much thanks and gratitude to for introducing me to this life changing activity.

It seems like Ive always had a motorcycle in my life in one way or another. My brother had a bike when I was little and one of my sisters boyfriends rode a bike and would take me on rides. When I started dating, I was attracted to guys who rode, and eventually married a motorcyclist.