From Janelle:
I’m scared when I ride my motorcycle. Most of the time the day begins with anticipation of a great ride but sometimes there’s a quickening of the heartbeat, labored breathing and shaking hands but I do it anyway. Why? I won’t let fear get the best of me and my husband will leave me if I don’t go. Or make me ride on the back of his bike. I’m not sure which is worse.
One of the activities at a function last weekend was a “slow ride”, a challenge of skills, the slowest rider who doesn’t put his foot down wins. It is an ability that any skilled rider possess and we do it often, suspended motionless at a light for just a moment, feet on pegs, throttle revving for balance. As I’m usually the only female rider at these events I figured it was time someone remind ‘em that ladies can do it too, right? The guys sometimes forget. I laughed as people I’d met for the first time gaped when my hog approached the start line. I was nervous. When participating in the slow ride at an event several years ago my top heavy Sporty tipped over but the grass was soft and willing bodies helped to right the heavy Harley. I showed my husband that I was shaking and he squeezed my hand and gave me a kiss. Never once did he suggest that I forgo the competition. Then again, I’m sure it never crossed his mind.
From Lewis:
Yes she was shaking but I think it was from the anticipation of competition this time. Not any chick will get up and challenge the BOYS at one of their own games. But if a squeeze and a kiss was all she needed it worked.
Oh and yes if she doesn’t want to go I will leave her at home.
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