Can't Be Me

I Join A Biker Gang

So I get a motorcycle for my 50th birthday in June. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, most would be happy with a party in their honor. Just had to be different.

First thing I do is start a class. That was a nightmare. I swear one of the ladies that taught the class was a woman-hater. Or at least should I say a “Debbie” hater. Now I’m okay with not having everyone like me, but it’s a little harder when they are the one teaching you how to ride a motorcycle. I don’t know how I passed but somehow I did. If I didn’t pass there was no way I was taking that class again. It would be selling the bike and be done knowing that I had at least tried.

My husband was so excited he could hardly stand it. By now my friend Cindy had bought a scooter and taken the motorcycle class. After doing the class and getting her license she decided that a scooter was lame and wanted something bigger. Dennis got a bigger bike and sold his back to Kelly for Cindy. Jim and Barbara had theirs and now it was my turn. This also started the war between Honda and Harley Davidson. For me I didn’t care what the make as long as it looked good. Which started many other friends getting one too.

One of our first rides out going around a corner I went right onto someones front lawn. The lady was really surprised as she looked up from her weeding to see me. She said it was no problem and we went on from there. I avoided riding in the dark, rain and wind. I would have been happy just going down the freeway but Dennis loved the curves of a canyon.

I used to think that bikers wore leather to look tough. I found out in my class it was to protect them if they should crash. Oh boy I was  for all the protection there was for me. I had leather pant, leather coat, leather boots and then a full helmet. If it was 110 degrees outside, I still had my leather on. Yes I’ll say it out loud “I’M A SCARED OF GETTING HURT”. Even being at Midlife I don’t want any scars.leathers (Medium)

I hadn’t noticed but some of the others did. Now this makes me laugh and for those of you that know me, you’ll be laughing too. They noticed when we would stop to get gas, goodies a drink or just to rest that we would get “looks”. You know the ones that think I would beat them up if they looked at me the wrong way. Little did they know, I’m a big wimp. And the rest of the girls that were with us were too. So this quote I found really fit that picture:

People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it’s safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs.  ~Author Unknown

Isn’t it funny how we rush to judgement on a first impression!

Hey we all do it, I just didn’t think people would judge me on a first impression. Good thing I have a thick skin.

3 comments on I Join A Biker Gang

  1. twotiretirade
    December 15, 2011 at 8:56 pm (3 years ago)

    Its never to late to try new things! Congratulations on the new motorcycle!

  2. Kristine Davis Snell
    December 14, 2011 at 7:22 pm (3 years ago)

    I would join your motorcycle gang any day!!! You rock!!!

    • cantbeme
      December 14, 2011 at 8:03 pm (3 years ago)

      Sadly I have had to quit the motorcycle but still have the friends. Can you believe I turned into a wimp?


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