“We are going down to Key West to ride for a couple of weeks. We drove the bikes down from Chicago. It took us two days to get them down here.”
“I have a communications company and that gives me a lot of flexibility. I am going down to Key West to work one day and ride for 19. I have ridden through almost all 50 states.”
“Do you wear a helmet?”
“Not if I don’t have to. It makes my head hot.”
“You have to watch out for the other people. One car ran me off the road and shook me up, but I got back on and kept going. It gets in your head a little bit.”
“This is freedom for us. We like to ride and explore new places together. The next trip is going to be Nashville or Lake Michigan.”
When I was 24, 9-months pregnant with my first child, I found myself on the side of the road with a flat tire. There were no cell phones in those days and I was so afraid. Standing by my disabled car, my mind raced to find a solution. I looked up to see two scary-looking biker dudes heading my way. I was terrified! They were the most well mannered, soft spoken, kind people I had ever met. They swiftly changed my tire, shook my hand, smiled and were on their way. On that day in 1971, I learned to NEVER judge a book by its cover and to erase any pre-conceived notions about anyone, (good or bad). When I see a biker I am reminded of this kind act and it warms my heart!
I have learned to go to the bikers first.