I put my share of miles in on the back of OP’s bikes. Alway’s feeling more like an accessory rather than a partner, so… I got my own. It was back in the early 1980’s and I was still a young chickie.
“I just love how I feel when I’m riding behind my man”.
Knees hiked up under armpits (she’s gotta be in pain) all hunched over. Is it really that much fun craning your neck around the guy in front of you so you can see the road ahead? A metal bar rattling against your backbone until your numb is more along the lines of torture to me. Are those P-pads really that comfortable? Maybe I’m just old and out of touch but nothing can compare to being up front and having the control in your own two hands.
Now this is fun!!!
If by chance you want to break out and have some real fun. Grab one of your friends and have them teach you to ride. I elected my friend Jim. He was the one I trusted enough to still be my friend afterwards and if he laughed at me I would be able to handle it. Sure you’ll be scared at first but get over it.
I started riding a ’74 Sportster and I ride a Sportster still. My ex would tell me to add water and maybe it would grow. But you know what? It doesn’t matter what you ride, as long as you ride. I would suggest he, and neanderthals like him, add water to their grey matter, maybe it would grow!
This picture was posted on Facebook and I love it. This woman in my hero! Gloria Struck on the back of a motorcycle.
I don’t ride just to be cool or to have a common interest with my guy. I ride because… I just need to ride.
To all the women who ride for the love of the ride. RIDE ON! To those of you who haven’t felt the freedom of riding your own… what are ya waiting for?