First Adventure

About a month after I got my license I cajoled my then brand-new-boyfriend to take a ride into the Adirondacks to hike a mountain. He wasn’t a climber but he acquiesced, as brand-new-boyfriends tend to do. The day was supposed to be quite hot for September, better to get an early start. As we rode …

Starting somewhere

I finished a weekend new rider course and got licensed after my 2nd attempt (in my defense, I’m a nervous test taker and the guy in front of me flew off his bike during the quick stop, shredding his jeans and breaking my concentration). But I definitely wasn’t ready to ride my Harley. Much heavier …

So I rode on the back of a motorcycle once in high school

with shorts on and burned my calf on the tailpipe. Second time on a bike I had just turned 40. It was a loud Harley with a suction cup seat on the back. I’ve experienced a few suction cup fails; I could be like the shower caddy slowly sliding down the wall. But no matter. …

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