by Alystar McKenneh
I can’t tell you how many women have stopped me over the years to ask me about riding. They are excited and want to know everything. Am I afraid? Is the bike heavy? Do men love me or hate me? And…they all have a story about how much they would like to ride but why they can’t.
I would like to say, “Yes I understand.” But I don’t really. I’m no different than any other woman. I love to look pretty, have my nails done and smell flowers. I indulge in hot candle lit baths, girlish chatter over tea and walks on moonlit beaches with the wind in my hair. It’s just that I enjoy smelling my flowers while motorcycling along the highways and side roads of America. I prefer feeling the wind in my hair while screaming down the road on top of my motorcycle.
I've ridden a fair amount of miles across America. Many times alone, not for money or fame but because it is the thing that helps me stay sane. It's my out, it's my coping mechanism, my release.
Some women eat, smoke, yell, or just beat themselves up when they're angry or frustrated with the world. I ride. Most people go out to dinner, go dancing or party like there's no tomorrow when they're happy. I ride.
I have things to share. Little notes on places that were welcoming. Advice I have found useful. Warnings I wish some people had given me.
Women should be riding. All women should be riding. Don't believe that it's too dangerous, too masculine, too anything. All women should be riding. I'm not a he-woman, amazon, weirdo. I'm just the woman next door. Just like you. You who should be riding!