There is something about turning 35 that made me feel like I need to really ask myself if I’m doing the things I want to do in life.
Early this year, several friends made plans to come visit my city for a local event. I cracked a joke that I’ll greet them on a motorcycle by the time they arrive in October, being the “cool local girl.” The joke being I’m a super dork with a desk job in reality. Initially it was just a bit. But the thought kept coming back to me each week
I’m not an “outdoors” person. I love being outdoors, but almost all my interests and hobbies require being in front of a screen. My job is in front of a screen every day. I draw cute little things and they go into your phone for your cute little games. I play cute little games and use an indoor cycle for exercise. Nothing about my lifestyle screams “cool motorcycle girl”
A few months passed, and I started looking at local MSF courses. The price to take a safety course and become endorsed was close to $500. Ugh. I didn’t want to commit just yet, but I started putting money aside
I kept asking myself if I’m just committing to a really elaborate bit or do I genuinely want to get into this hobby? I began reading more on biker safety, statistics, and the current state of motorcycle communities. I saw there’s a local women’s club for riders. Monthly hangouts. Groups for new kids. The more I researched, the more I liked what I saw
September comes around, and I bring up my riding curiosity to my manager. He seemed mildly surprised, but delighted. I decided to look up labor day sales for motorcycle gear and find a few pieces going for good discounts. I buy a helmet and boots. I’m really committing now
By this point, I’ve also changed my hairstyle to a shag with a deep undercut. I’m slowly acknowledging that my inner child wasn’t joking. The bursts of joy I’m feeling lately are at levels I haven’t felt in years. The velvety touch of the back of my head brings a smile to my face each time. I’m discovering parts of my personality I didn’t have the courage to reveal until now
I check the MSF course schedule and see there’s only one available slot left for the next few weeks, and it starts THAT night. I get out my wallet. The riding portion of the class starts at 6am sharp the following two days
I get my ass up at 4:30 and make it on time. They teach us everything about the bikes and how to get them moving. The rumble of the engine makes my heart flutter. We slowly get comfortable with our feet off the ground. I can’t believe I’m actually doing it
Two full days of learning how to ride and I pass the skills and knowledge test. I learned how to emergency brake, sharp turn, slalom, and emergency swerve. I can work the clutch without stalling. I didn’t drop the bike once. I’m feeling really good at this point and immediately start shopping for a used bike. I pick up a riding jacket with my MSF discount and finish the set with some armored pants
After about a week, I find a used Yamaha R3 for a decent price. The seller and I figure out a date to meet up so I can check it out in person. It’s beautiful. The owner managed to never drop it, and we go through the full inspection together to confirm. It’s three years old but rides like it’s new. I’m ecstatic and make the deal official. He rides it to my place and we finalize the title transfer
A couple days later, I go to the DMV and pass the final knowledge test. I leave with my M1 license, with two weeks to spare. All that’s left is to practice on my R3 until the event day
The day arrives, and I’m a bit nervous. I’m meeting some of my friends for the first time in person. They know I’ve been committing to this hobby for a while now, but I haven’t confirmed if I’m riding up. I decide to go for it
I follow all the rules of the road and stay as careful as possible on my way there. There were a couple quick stalls, but no serious close calls or scary moments. I’m feeling confident and cool as fuck
I get to the event and park on the street around the block. I’m just in time to see one of my friends host a panel. The panel goes great, I’m feeling so happy for them. I go to see another friend in the audience after the panel finishes, but my panel friend spots me and makes a beeline
“I saw you riding this morning. I got a video.” oh shit. His face is so gleeful, and now I’m worried
The event day goes by and we catch up and have a good time. My friend leaves sending the video to me for the very end. I end up riding home before I open the message. I check out the video
It’s me going a steady 25mph while his uber and another car crawl behind me. He’s giggling with his wife while I cruise along at the exact speed limit on this edgy sport bike. He messages me to say how proud he is of my cautiousness. I’m crying laughing. I look SO SILLY
Turns out you can put a dorky girl on a stylish bike and she will still manage to ride it like a dork