As a kid, I had two views of motorcycles. On the one hand, there was the desire to be free, go fast, and fly through the air. On the other, there were the many stories of family and friends who had fallen. It became a 'let's think about that later' desire. Fast forward to college, relationships, and child rearing, and motorcycles were a daydream, a song lyric, and a 'when the kiddo is 18, I'll look into that' desire.
And then there was a boy. A boy who came to visit on a motorcycle. A boy who took me for a ride on the back of his motorcycle. An invitation into the club... Would I walk through the door?
This blog will outline highlights and stories of the journey into riding, along side of being a partner, a mother, a friend, and a therapist. Stories from each of these identities may appear at any point, because riding a motorcycle isn't something you do, isolated from your life. It's part of who you become, every minute of every day. I want to write to express the joys, the challenges, the ups and the downs of this journey. Perhaps someone will stumble upon this blog when they are considering giving up on their desire to ride and find hope, perhaps someone will get to relive their newbie mistakes, perhaps no one will ever read this, and it will be my little online journal. Nothing about riding a motorcycle has come naturally to me, but I knew the moment I sat on my first Honda CRF 80 (at the age of 36) that this was something I would want to do forever.
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