Women Riders Wanna Be - Before I Joined The Ranks Of Women Riders

Written by Black Cat

Women Rider Sherry Before I joined the ranks women motorcycle riders I found myself getting this unexplainable excitement when ever a motorcycle went rumbling by me.

It was just about five years ago or so when I noticed that when a motorcycle would go by I would have the desire to jump on the back and go for it. I think that was the start of me becoming a biker woman.

My husband at the time didn’t ride a bike and even though I hadn’t been around a motorcycle in years the feeling kept growing and my curiosity grew more.

Well needless to say that marriage didn’t last and soon after the marriage ended. Soon after, I met my future husband and we instantly clicked.

He was this rough looking big teddy bear biker that rode a motorcycle although; he didn’t have one at the time. But it didn’t take very long, in no time we had our first motorcycle together.

I remember our first rides together. It was so wonderful, the wind in my hair and my arms wrapped around my wild and tender teddy bear. I had finally found what I was looking for, happiness! It was almost like the sound of the rumbling motorcycle going by was Gods’ way of telling me what I was missing in my life. It was so great I was finally a motorcycle woman.

We started going for long rides. We met new biker friends and began to go on rides with them. I had not had so much fun and excitement in years.

Some of the couples we went riding both had motorcycles and I had met a few women riders with their own bikes, often they would ask me when I was going to get off the back and get my own ride. I would always tell them I was very content riding on the back with my husband. Although somewhere inside of me did have a desire to join other women riders and get off the back.

I was too afraid though; I hadn’t ridden one myself for years. When I was about 10yrs old I tried riding my brothers’ little Honda mini trail motorbike. Well, to make a long story short, I crashed and burned. It scared me so much I though never wanted to try to ride a motorcycle again.

However, I thought it was so cool seeing my girlfriends and other women ride their own motorcycle. I liked how confident these biker women looked. Soon my fear began to subside and I began to want that myself. I wanted to become a biker chick.

My husband would never pressure me to ride, but now and them he would ask me if I wanted to learn. Although, one day when he and I were riding around, he stopped the bike by the parking lot of our town’s middle school, got off the motorcycle and said ok, jump up front here and I will sit on the back. “You’re going to learn to ride”!

I panicked a little at first, but after a few encouraging words from him, I agreed and climbed up front. I can do this I kept telling my self, and come to find out, I could. It wasn’t as hard as I though it would be. As a matter of a fact, it was really easy. Although, I remember after going around the middle school once, I stopped and shut the bike off. Was so proud of what I had accomplished, until I was reminded by my husband that I had forgotten something. I forgot to put my feet down! Oops! Thankfully, he had his feet on the ground holding up the bike. I still get teased about that one to this day.

I don’t recall how many times we rode around like that, but soon we found ourselves looking for a motorcycle for me. We hunted around for a bike for a while. Then one day, while we were visiting the Harley Davidson dealership a few towns over, I found the perfect one. It was a brand new white pearl Harley Davidson 883 XL Sportster. It was so beautiful.

I was now among the ranks of women riders. Well almost. I took a certified motorcycle riding safety course, got my permit and then really started to learn to ride. In what I think was a very gutsy move, I used my brand new Harley Davidson to practice with and I only dropped it a few times. Thank God!

The road near our house was a quite country road that nobody ever drove on. It was perfect to learn to ride a motorcycle on. With my husband on his motorcycle beside me, I would start out going about 15 mph. I remember thinking how awesome it was. I kept practicing, working my way up through the gears. Each time around I would go a little bit faster. I was on my way to becoming a real motorcycle mama!

I continued to practice on that back road until one, day my husband started taking me on routs that took me closer and closer to the main road. Then one day he led me out onto the main road. It was the first time I had ever ridden my bike in traffic along side of other cars. My heart was pounding so hard, I was really scared.

Being determined to ride my motorcycle by my self and become a women rider, I didn’t let fear get the better of me. I did it! I road on a main street and have never looked back. I am a motorcycle woman. I need to give credit to my husband though, I was a lucky he is very patient and a great teacher. It also helps that I am such a quick learner…

A word of advice to all you women that want to learn to ride a motorcycle, riding by yourself is a lot different then being a passenger. I had to learn to be extremely focused and pay great attention to everything around me. I have to admit that was a very hard thing for me to do. When you ride on the back of someone else’s motorcycle, you can look all around and take in the scenery. But, when you ride your own motorcycle, you need to focus on the road and all the cars around you.

As my knowledge and experience grew so did my confidence. We went on longer rides, and I got better and better.

I remember the feeling of the wind in my hair, the freedom and the accomplishment of overpowering the fear I had. It was so awesome. I hadn’t felt so good about myself in years. There is something about stopping at a stoplight or riding out on the highway and getting thumbs up from other women passing by, it just lifts me up even higher.

I believe that the power one gets from doing something that not everyone can or wants to do, and do it well is such a rush.

I truly love being one of the lucky women motorcycle riders that get to ride their own motorcycle. Don’t get me wrong, I still love riding behind my teddy bear with my arms tightly around him snuggling. But let’s face it; riding my own motorcycle is so awesome!

I am thankful that I had the opportunity to get my own motorcycle and learn to ride it. So is my husband. That is why we started this website. “Motorcycles and Women” is for women that ride motorcycles and for women who want to learn to ride but don’t have the encouragement that they need.

Before I learned to ride my own motorcycle, I felt less of myself, afraid and in a class of my own. I had no idea how many women there are just like me, who want to learn to ride a motorcycle but are afraid.

With the help of God and listening to the encouragement of my husband, I have found myself, thank you both.

You don’t need to be afraid. You can join the ranks of motorcycle women. Please join Motorcycles and Women’s online membership program and let other experienced women riders help you. You can get off the back and get your own ride. Join the ranks of women riders today.