My life has taken many strange turns. Many.
One of them was becoming the woman on the back of a Harley.
Many would say they would want to be the driver, and part of me says that too, but I also know my limitations.
It didn't take me as long to get on as I thought it would. I trust my husband. It's everyone else that I have a problem with.
But, once I hopped on I was in love.
Riding down the road on the bike clears my head. De-stresses me. Calms me. Makes me feel better.
I love riding in mid-summer when the air is warm against my skin and I can smell BBQ's cooking and hear kids playing outside.
I love going on poker runs and to dealership events with other Harley riders. The parking lots become a sea of bikes and we just wander around looking at paint jobs and accessories.
My husband has made some beautiful additions and changes to our bike removing over half the chrome and replacing them in black. It looks awesome and evil.
I highly recommend giving motorcycle riding a chance and I hope to see you all out on the open road. I'll be waving from the back of this...