Getting back on the metal horse
by RoseMarie D.
(Turlock Ca, United States)
In 1990 I had a really bad motorcycle accident that almost cost me my life. I didn't ride for many years after it due to fear. In 1992 I became a police officer and really enjoyed patrolling the streets and the excitement of not knowing what each day would bring. I would say it became an addiction to a type of adrenaline I had never experienced before. I resigned from the police department after I was attacked at gun point in my home. For several years I lost the independent feeling and belonging I once felt as a police officer. In 2004 I met a wonderful man who got me back on the metal horse. We took a class together and I was off riding again with his encouragement. We purchased a sportster for me and what a lot of people don't know is this bike gave me back the independent feeling I lost so many years ago.
Why do I ride? When I ride my bike I am not a employee, wife, mother, grandmother, aunt or sister. I am me. Nothing but the sound of my bike, and the wind brushing across my face.......it is just me.