As I child, I was a tomboy and liked to play with the little boys and do what the little boys liked to do. I tinkered around with things and rough housed with the boys proving that I could play as rough, or harder than, they could.

I was around people that rode motorbikes. My step-dad rode a bike and was in a club. My uncles, and cousins rode bikes. So, I was fascinated by them. I was always ready to get on and ride. I got my first burn on my leg when I was twelve years old, but that didn’t stop me from riding. I was just ready for the next ride.

When I got older, my first boyfriend rode a motorcycle, a Goldwing. He used to pick me up all the time, and we would be in the wind, day and night, hot or cold. It didn’t matter as long as I was riding. So, finally he taught me to ride on that big Goldwing. Right after I learned, I got pregnant with my son. Brought everything to a halt. But, in spite of that, I still had that drive to want to ride.

I could hear a motorcycle in the neighborhood, and my antennas would pick up on it and try to locate it. I would pull my car over on the side of the road, just to get a ride on a bike. I never asked his name, phone number, or tried to get with him. I just wanted to ride.

I was riding with another fella one day. We were flying up this long country road. We got to the top of the hill, and there was nothing but gravel and fence line. There was no way, we would be able to stop without wrecking out. I just prepared to fall, and stay away from the hot pipe. No serious injuries. Got up, dusted myself off, and was ready to ride again. I always knew one day, I would ride.

I finally got the chance in 2001. The opportunity to get my own bike. I was so excited. I didn’t think I would remember because it had been a minute since I rode myself. But I picked it back up. The guys I rode with showed me no mercy. It was either keep up or get left behind. It was challenge at first, but I did it. My first bike was a ZX600R (Ninja).

Then I rode with the funeral escort service for a minute on the police motorcycles (KZ1000). I thought that was neat. My next bike was ZX9 (Ninja), and then I went to the Busa. I’m on my second Busa now.

I don’t ride just for the look, to be cute, or sexy! Well, that’s an added incentive. But, I ride, because I enjoy it. The adrenal rush!! There’s nothing like it. I will never stop riding until I’m just too weak to hold that piece of iron up. I might change bikes, but the thrill of the ride will not stop.