So, I’ve been writing a lot about wanting to learn how to ride places on my own without needing someone to ride with me. I have to be honest and admit there were two reasons for my mild rants. One was that I truly do want to learn to be comfortable riding by myself. I want to learn how to choose routes that will get me there in the safest but also most fulfilling way. I like scenic rides; I like to see new, different things; I like things that are off the beaten track. But I also like safe roads and being able to get gasoline regularly.

I also want to be comfortable camping on my own. I travel all the time for work and am very used to being on my own in strange towns, strange hotels. That doesn’t bother me a bit. But pitching a tent (which I certainly know how to do) and actually staying in it alone overnight is more daunting. I still haven’t done that – not because I’m afraid, but because it hasn’t worked out. It will sometime and in the meantime, I’ve had plenty of awesome day rides on my own that have been very fulfilling and loads of fun.

The other reason the topic has come up so often in my blogs is, I’m ashamed to say, because I was making not-so-veiled references to my relationship life. I’m with a guy I love without reservation, with all my heart; we share just about everything – not in a clingy way but out of shared interests and passions. We both love to ride and some of our best times are spent riding together. We have a business together and, while I continue to work full-time at my regular job, Tim puts in countless hours working on the business – especially his life coaching work, including writing books, training courses, and a daily blog.

But even with all that togetherness and commitment inherent in the legal relationship through our business, I kept bringing up wanting to function alone on the bike because it seemed to me that our partnership would always be a step shy of what I hoped for. I’m a chick; I’m sure I don’t have to tell you what I was longing for.

Well, last week, we took a trip to Milwaukee to visit the Harley-Davidson Museum. I wanted to get an additional ten passport stamps in my quest to win a new Harley. Now, I know that sounds like a pretty frivolous trip but it’s not as bad as it sounds. I had to take a business trip to the area; we had a free airline ticket available for Tim, as well as a free hotel stay so there weren’t any added costs for the travel. Add to that two tickets for free entry into the museum that some friends gave us and it cost no more than a nice night out on the town.

The museum was fantastic and I’ll plan to do a blog about it later but it was completely overshadowed by Tim working out the perfect marriage proposal. As it happens, we were traveling with a stuffed dog named Dot, who is the mascot for our Harley group. Each week at our dinner ride, there is a 50-50 drawing and the first winner gets to take Dot for the week. While we didn’t win her, the man who won her had actually had her the week before and, knowing we were going to the Harley museum, he gave her to us to take.

There is a pink bike at the museum which is also named Dot, after the woman who rode her for many years. So we were having our picture taken in front of Dot while holding Dot. Tim kept asking the girl who was taking the picture to “take a picture of this…and this…and NOW take a picture of this!” That’s when he got down on his knee to propose to me. Very well done! I said “yes”, of course!

I promise not to gush on and on about how wonderful my guy is and how very happy I am that he actually DOES want to marry me after almost three years of me thinking he was just waiting until he found the right one…who apparently wasn’t me. On one level, of course, I knew better but always had nagging thoughts that maybe I was wrong. Well, that’s all settled now and I’m truly, truly overjoyed at what’s to come.

So where does this leave me as an independent Lady Biker? Exactly where I was before. I will still take trips on my own and I will still look forward to expanding my comfort zone when it comes to ride planning and taking overnight rides alone. And I’m guessing that the vast majority of my pleasure riding will continue to be with Tim as my road captain, leading the way and looking out for me in his rearview all the time. It really is perfect riding.

Have I in some way betrayed my purpose with this blog by being so happy not to be alone? I don’t think so. I’m still a woman who can make her own decisions and is happy to have the means to travel independently. But I was never someone who relished being single. Perhaps as a result of my upbringing or some other internal wiring, I’m much happier with a home base that includes not just my wonderful family, but my growing family – my soon-to-be stepdaughter and my I-can’t-wait-to-be husband. Hmm. I like that word. Husband, husband, husband. Nice.

So my blog will still be devoted to riding as a woman – with a group, alone, and as a couple. Nothing different there. Just a bigger smile on my face. Now you know why!

Until next time, wheels down and eyes up. Enjoy your ride.


So, after my week of riding at the  beginning of October plus a quick trip to a local dealer, I was down to only six dealerships left to visit in the Harley-Davidson Passport Challenge. I decided to try to hit three of those today and that will leave the last three to hit next weekend. I got a lot of help from my receptionists at my Weight Watchers meetings Saturday morning. They got me out just after 11:00 am and that was all I needed to get it done.

The total trip encompassed Sherman, Paris, Texarkana, and then returning home. The total ride (out and back) was just over 450 miles. The key to making it to Texarkana was leaving Paris no later than 3:30 since Texarkana closes at 5:30 on Saturdays. I’d planned a 30-minute stop at each dealership but got it done a lot faster and the ride was flawless. Even the road construction areas didn’t hold me up inordinately.

The people at each of the three dealerships were just wonderful – as they have been throughout the rides – but I just have to give a shout out to GM Darren Paul at Whiskey River Harley-Davidson in Texarkana. I have never been greeted so warmly at any dealership (except our home dealership, North Texas Harley-Davidson) and I will definitely be back to visit. They’re having a rally in April 2012 and I’ll keep you updated.

Visit them at or on Twitter at @whiskeyriverhd.

So, the total ride was 450 miles and I hit every dealership I planned to – with time to spare. Honey didn’t go with me. He had to have more work done on his en- of-the-world, bike-to-beat-all-bikes CVO Ultra Classic that costs as much as a house but keeps not working.

But I digress. It was a good ride and I finished it much faster than I thought possible – because I went at my own pace. It didn’t take me as long at each stop and I didn’t even get off the bike at some fuel stops. Awesome! When I lead my own ride, I can get places FAST and just fine!

So, at least I can ride where I want: far and fast. That’s what a lady biker needs to be able to do.  Until next time, wheels down and eyes up! What an awesome time to be riding. And, for the record, I WILL win that new 2012 Street Glide. I probably can’t afford to keep it, but it will still change my life!

I just spent a week of vacation on the road, riding. If I’d placed a direct order with God, the weather couldn’t have been better (except for a couple of days of West Texas straight wind). My riding partner is simply the best. He’s an excellent Road Captain and my single gripe about never being able to choose the route is pretty weak.

By the time the week was up, I’d ridden almost 3,300 miles. I actually went about 350 miles further than honey because I took an extra trip to Austin Saturday to obtain one more passport stamp. Did I mention that I’m going to win that new Harley-Davidson motorcycle!

But this post isn’t about the trip. It’s about my new-found determination to find a way to make weeks like last week my life, not my vacation. There has to be a way to sufficiently support myself and my family that entails me riding long distances on my motorcycle. I haven’t quite figured out what that would be, but I’m convinced there’s a way.

While riding all those miles, I had more than sufficient time to think. In fact, I probably got in more quiet thinking done last week than I’d done for the entire year that preceded it! So, we’ll start with the thoughts about how to make my vacation life my everyday life.

First of all, I wondered if there actually are people who make a living on their motorcycles? It sure seems so. Then I tried to figure out how that might be done. Here are just some of the ways I thought of that people could make a living using a motorcycle:

1. Daredevil stunt rider

2. Rebel motorcycle gang member

3. Motorcycle tester

4. Motorcycle gear tester

5. Reality TV star (they get paid for everything they do, so that would include being on a motorcycle, right?)

6. Supermodel (ditto reality TV star)

7. Motorcycle magazine writer

8. Novelist with a motorcycle-riding heroine for whom I must do constant research

OK. That’s eight possibilities. There are pros and cons to each, of course:

1. Daredevil stunt rider. Pros – lots of motorcycle time performing and practicing. Cons – you get hurt a lot (remember those movies of Evil Knievel flying off his bike and his limbs each going in four different directions. And sometimes you die. Yikes!

2. Rebel gang member. Pros – you could spend your entire life in the seat of your motorcycle and see the entire country. Cons – the police are always after you (way worse than when you just speed a little and sometimes forget to put your feet down at stop signs) and you have to hang out with scary people (e.g. criminals). And you probably break the law a lot. And mostly the women don’t ride; they ride behind and have vests that say “Property of” which totally does NOT suit me. And they don’t really get paid for anything they do – only the guys do.

3. Motorcycle tester. Pros – you get to ride all different kinds of motorcycles in all sorts of different places. Cons – There is absolutely no downside to this job that I can see. If you think of one, let me know.

4. Motorcycle gear tester. Pros – you get to wear and use all different kinds of motorcycle gear in all sorts of different places. Cons – I also can’t think of any at all. Maybe the biggest risk of this one and #3 is that you’d want everything you tested and it’s unlikely you’d get to keep any of it.

5. Reality TV star. Pros – I would get to be one of the kind of self-absorbed, spotlight-chasing people I hate, which actually sounds more like a Con. Cons – does anyone really like any reality TV star? I mean, really? Even if they ride a motorcycle? Also, I would likely have to get plastic surgery if only to create a plot line as the rest of my life is pretty boring.

6. Super model who is always in motorcycle photo shoots. Pros – I would be really thin and beautiful. Cons – I would have to GET really thin and I can’t imagine that being much fun. In fact, to be as thin as most of the ones I see, I’d probably have to be dead for a while and that means I couldn’t ride ever again, which pretty much defeats the purpose.

7. Motorcycle magazine writer. Pros – I would have to ride in order to know what I’m writing about. I’d likely have to take all sorts of beautiful rides and experience lots of local attractions. Cons – I’d have to learn more about the motorcycle itself, become an expert on how it works (which is a huge challenge since the only maintenance I know is changing the oil; oh, and I can pump my own gas. That’s pretty exciting, right?). I’m also guessing that free-lance writers are lined up for miles trying to get an in with the few motorcycle magazines that are for riders more than chopper enthusiasts.

8. Novelist writing about a motorcycle-riding heroine. Don’t laugh at me, but I’m pretty high on this one. Pros – I would have to think up romantic plot lines, write about love and  happy endings, and ride a lot to do research. Cons – let’s face it. Women’s romance novels are a dime a dozen and most of them are pretty drively. I know this because I did years of research on the genre (starting with Harlequin Romances when I was a teenager) and I’m not sure I want to write just about sex (although, again, the research part would be fine).

I am serious, though. I’ve started working out a novel idea (not a new idea, a plot idea for a novel) and who knows? Maybe I can carry it off. The next question becomes, how much money do novelists make anyway? I suppose you have to do something notable like selling a whole lot of copies of your work or having it turned into a movie. Hmmm. I read and watch The Help this summer and I know stranger things have happened. So, who knows? Maybe a new career awaits…complete with the need for a LOT of riding research.

Do you have any ideas how I can make a living riding my bike? I’m willing and able to do just about anything that doesn’t require me to be drop-dead gorgeous. Let me know what you think!

Until next time, wheels down and eyes up! Have a great ride!

Wow! It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Frankly, it’s been a pretty long time since I’ve ridden, either – I mean real riding, not just back and forth to work. I’d planned a long hard ride for the Labor Day Weekend but at the absolute last second (I was actually on the road leaving town) I decided against it. Honey’s daughter was up in the ER and I just felt that I couldn’t leave town without knowing the outcome. She’s been hospitalized three times in the past year and I knew she wasn’t feeling well when I was preparing for the trip. Ultimately, it was found to be a stomach bug and she was released early that evening – far too late for me to begin the ride, but plenty of time to pout about the turn of events. Still, I made the right decision under the circumstances.

Here’s the thing, though: this would have been my first long, hard solo ride that involved camping on my own overnight. I know I did an Iron Butt alone last year, but that specifically does NOT involve stopping and I went out and back in a single day, albeit a VERY LONG DAY. This ride would have been different because I would have been alone for several days and nights. Until I’ve done that, I’ll never know if I actually can or not and that’s important to me. I can talk a good game but I’ve never proved my mettle when it comes to camping on my own. Frankly, I was a little apprehensive and in my heart of hearts, I wondered if I wasn’t just a little bit grateful for a reprieve. I won’t know until I plan a trip like that again and actually follow through with it.

Honey was kind enough to take me for a Courthouse Challenge ride on Labor Day, even though he had, by then, contracted the same stomach bug that sent Jess to the ER. We did a long swoop around through Glen Rose, Hillsboro, and Waxahachie so I added three more to my quest – not the 42 I’d hoped to get, but that ride will be waiting for me later. I’ll write about the ride we actually did in another post, with pictures.

The rest of September was rider’s hell for me: I was traveling out of town by plane and forced to get around in a cage. Each place I went (Nebraska, Florida, Chicago) was full of riders enjoying the wonderful fall weather – yes, even in the streets of Chicago, there were reminders that I was stuck in a Chevy Aveo. It’s been a brutally hot summer in Texas with fires all over the place; now I was hanging out in places with highs in the 70s and 80s and salivating for a long ride. Problem is, my next scheduled weekday off work wasn’t until Thanksgiving when the beautiful Texas autumn is just a memory.

What I needed was a long ride, and not just any long ride. A long ride with a tangible goal. Enter the Harley-Davidson Passport Challenge! From August 20 through November 20, there is a challenge for participants to visit each of 41 participating Texas Harley-Davidson dealerships, obtain a passport stamp (in our nifty Harley-Davidson Passport Book) and fill in an entry to win a 2012 Street Glide. If you hit all 41 participating dealerships, you receive an additional 41 entries. There are also some other things for which you obtain an entry: special events at your home dealership, visiting the Harley-Davidson Museum in Milwaukee, renewing your HOG chapter membership for next year. Obviously, while winning the trip to the museum would be nice, I’m most interested in visiting all the dealerships…and, of course, the rides to get there!

One of the benefits of having worked for the same company nearly 13 years is the accumulation of vacation time. I’ve got loads of it and now I have a reason to take it. Once my September business travel was completed and I’d caught up my work desk (sort of), I scheduled a full week (that’s five business days with two weekend days on either side for a total of NINE, count ’em NINE days) of vacation. And guess what I’m doing: I’m going to win that bike! I am now a Biker Chick with a Mission and it’s a scary thing. Ask anyone.

So, what does “a mission” entail? Well, in my case, it means a lot of riding and a boyfriend who is vacillating between being lovingly irritated and outright ill-tempered with my devotion to my new mission. I AM going to win that bike! He’s planned all our routes and we’ll have hit all but about 7 or 8 dealerships by the end of the week. I actually am still working my Weight Watchers meetings both Saturdays so it’s not a full week of riding. That crimps the outcome a bit but I have until November 20th to get the last handful of dealerships – and they are all reachable with a Saturday afternoon of riding. It doesn’t hurt that two of them are open on Sunday also.

Sounds idyllic, right? Well, because I am a woman, even though I’m doing something I absolutely love (riding with my honey), there’s still an element of dissatisfaction with the whole process. You see, while I am in a “relationship,” I am still a single woman and I can’t help feeling I need to be able to do all these things on my own when the time comes that I find myself alone again. That was a big impetus for me planning out the long holiday weekend trip: I need to be able to travel alone, camp alone, manage destinations, everything about riding I need to be able to do on my own. So, what have I learned about ride planning on this trip? Absolutely nothing, except how to tell Tim where I’d like to go or the route I’d like to take and be told it won’t work.

Don’t get me wrong; I love riding with my honey, but I know I’m not learning anything about how to do things myself and that’s something that I still must do. But not this week. Right now, we’re having a ball visiting as many dealerships as we can wring out. We’ll have done almost 30 on this trip alone by the time we get home Friday night. Now THAT’s some great riding! And Texas the first week of October can’t be beat anywhere! I’m sure of it.

Next time some specifics about the actual rides. They’ve been awesome!

It’s countdown time to my next big riding weekend. Just a little over two weeks to go. I’m getting excited. I’m also getting in shape!

A few weeks ago, I got rid of a lease car I’d been carrying around my neck for four years. Its outrageous payment and accompanying insurance was like an albatross dragging me down but I’m free now. Free as a bird with one perfect bike and no car payment.

Funny side note, when I turned in the car at the dealership, I rode up on my bike and my son followed behind in the car (quite a ways behind because he got lost). When I got there, a couple of salesmen were all over me asking if I was trading in Coco for a car. Haha! I said “Not just ‘No’ but ‘Hell, no!'” They thought that was really amusing and laughed about it for a while…until they realized I was completely serious and wasn’t going to be driving off in another payment…I mean another car, no matter how hard they pitched it.

So now that I’m financially free of the burden of a car payment (did I mention it was an outrageous payment?) I have some disposable income which I am disposing on myself. That means I’ve rejoined a health club so there are no excuses for not working out. Too hot? They have air conditioning. Too dark? They have lights? Too bored with my routine? They have every conceivable class and piece of workout equipment available. No excuses. And I haven’t made them.

This week, I attended my first Yoga class in about 18 months. Now, Yoga is something you can definitely do at home, but that doesn’t mean I did it. It’s also something you don’t just pick back up after a year and a half like you’ve never been away. Sure, it’s a bit like a good friendship from childhood that revives quickly and easily, but it’s not completely without effort. In this case, lots of effort. In fact, yesterday was the first time I’d ridden Coco (a relatively heavy bike for me) after a solid hour of Yoga and I was a quivering mess for the entire ride home. My arms were shaking and my legs felt like jelly. Means I worked hard.

Next morning, I was sore in places I didn’t know I even had muscles to GET sore and I felt it on the ride today. Why does this matter? Because a long, hard day of riding followed by a night of rough sleeping on the ground can make you sore. I’ve got to be ready for that when the time comes – ready to ache and keep right on going. No point in complaining since no one will be with me to hear. And I won’t be able to post about it since I’ll have to maintain the farce that every single moment is perfection. I have to do that since I’ve been telling everyone who was a little uncertain about the trip that roughing it isn’t a problem. I relish the challenge, live for the hard times. Carpe diem and all that.

The truth is, as with most things in life, being in the best shape I can be in makes just about everything else I do more enjoyable. I enjoy my food more, I sleep better, I enjoy my rides more, I feel better about myself and I think I look better now that I’m exercising more regularly. Add eating sensibly (enough to lose 20 lbs) and there’s no reason I shouldn’t feel terrific. I KNOW I look better on the bike than ever and, most importantly, I’m confident and happy.

Sure there are a lot of things that contribute to my immensely good mood (like a fabulous guy who is pretty much perfect in every way); taking care of myself is just a part of it. I’m not sure if it’s the chicken or the egg. Do I feel better because I’m taking better care of myself or or am I taking better care of myself because I’ve been feeling so good? Doesn’t matter. The whole package  makes for better days…and better rides. I’m so ready.

Next posts will cover route planning and packing gear. I can hardly wait! Until next time, wheels down and eyes ahead.

I know it’s blazing hot outside and it’s still high summer but I’m thinking about fall and the inaugural weekend of that season of cool nights, changing colors, and perfect rides. That’s right. Labor Day is coming soon, folks and this Lady Biker has big travel plans.

I have some friends who did the Hoka Hey Bike challenge this year. It’s a HUGE ride to hit all 48 contiguous states and Canadian territories in 18 days. 10,000 miles in less than 3 weeks. Woot! Woot! I can’t wait to talk to them about the ride. I followed a number of their posts (those I could read through eyes green with envy) and fantasized I was traveling with them. I even dreamed one night that I slept on a picnic table, after Lulu posted about it. I’m pretty sure I awoke more refreshed from that night than they did, but I also awoke more trapped in my back-and-forth-in-the-heat rides to work than they were.

I’ve taken plenty of long rides of several hundred miles or more and some of them on my own. The hardest ride I ever did was an Iron Butt last Labor Day weekend. That’s 1000 miles in 24 hours or less. I did it on my own because at the time, my circle of riding friends was pretty small and none of them was dumb enough to ride to Meridian, MS for no better reason than to say “I did it!”

Now, I have a MUCH larger circle of biker friends, including a lot of Lady Bikers! Ahhh. Every time I write those words, the choirs of heaven throw an “Alleluia” my way! I bet I could get a taker on an Iron Butt ride now…if that was what I had planned…

Anyway, I can’t wait to talk to them about the ride because I want to do my own challenge ride again this Labor Day. I’m still mapping it out, but it’s designed for me to knock out about 40 courthouses on my courthouse challenge – all in 2-1/2 days. I’ll be leaving Saturday after my Weight Watchers meetings (I’m really committed to my members and rarely get subs for my meetings if I can possibly help it). I have to work Tuesday the 6th so that only gives me Sunday, Monday, half a day Saturday…and however much of the nights in between it will take me to get it done.

The main reason I want to talk to them about their ride is this: I’ll be taking this trip alone, too. Again, my treks do not garner interest on the home front so it will be just me (why a trip to every county in the Texas Panhandle isn’t a coveted ride, I simply don’t know). Actually, I kind of prefer riding alone because I want to choose the route and the only way I feel comfortable doing that is when I’m on my own. That also means I’ll be camping completely on my own. Now, I’m full of bravado about “throwing my sleeping bag down on the ground and catching a few winks” but the truth is that I’ve never camped alone like that and I’m not 100% comfortable with the idea. If I’m at a KOA, no problem. They’re like a hotel to me, but just stopping at a roadside park is scary. Maggie and Lulu did some pretty rough camping (of course, there were two of them and that changes everything) and I want to feel OK doing that, too.

I’m not typically a scared person. In fact, I’m more likely to be called as reckless than cautious. But that’s not really always true; I just want so badly not to be scared (I HATE being scared of anything) that I make myself do things. Sometimes, that’s a good philosophy, but sometimes it really is reckless. Frankly, riding 1000 miles just to say “I did it” is pretty silly. I’m still glad I did it, but it’s kind of like dying rappelling down a building with no safety rope. What a dumb way to go.

So I’m putting together a long trip on my own. There’s lots of planning to do, things to prepare, routes to check, and stopping places to mull over. I sure could use a shot of bravado and I’m looking to Maggie and Lulu for the first round! Cheers, girls. You totally rock and have paved the way for me personally to expand my horizons and my experiences!

Until next time, wheels down and eyes up! Come on fall. I’m SO ready for you!

So yesterday I opined…or maybe whined is a better word…about the heat and how I’d just have to live with it a little longer before riding would finally be pleasurable again. Clearly it’s been so long, I completely forgot there is another way to cool off on the bike: rain! This morning I saw the real wet stuff – something I haven’t seen in a while (except for a brief spell in Corpus Christi brought on by me camping and not carrying any rain gear).

I woke up around 5 this morning (thanks to Number One son fixing his double espresso before going into work early – that espresso machine always wakes me up with a smile on my face). However, I wasn’t distracted by coffee for long before a bright flash came…from somewhere. It’s been so very long that I went through every other possibility I could think of before I finally figured out what it really was. Did a light burn out…several times (in a room where no one but me was awake)? Was the last trumpet sounding and I was being left behind? No, it’s not a bird; it’s not a plane. It’s lightning!

What a beautiful thing lightning is after a long drought! What music is the sound of rain falling on the deck! That is, until you remember that you have to be at work in 45 minutes and the roads will be a torrid mix of used oil, dirt, and assorted other debris that has been accumulating for months, just waiting for a downpour to jostle it free and allow it to flow away…right beneath your tires. Add to that the fact that just about everyone else on the road with me will also be ogling the drops as they come down as opposed to observing the roads and any bikers on them and, well, my enthusiasm waned a bit.

And then, of course, there’s the final component to deal with: finding rain gear. Wow! Where did I put that the last time I wore it, back in ’07? Obviously, I haven’t carried it on my bike for a while because I figured that’s the reason it hadn’t been raining: I was too well-prepared! I found my slicks fairly quickly but the boots were another matter. Finally located them in a dark corner of the garage and slid them on my feet (my sockless feet because I was headed to work where I would be wearing a dress and sandals). No time to go back upstairs to get socks; it was raining so the ride was going to be long anyway.

I’m finally ready (even wearing the disgusting helmet that, no matter how much I deplore it is still better than being shot repeatedly with a thousand needles of rain) and I’m off. The roads were remarkably good – no issues with slickness I’d been expecting and everyone was driving a good speed: fast enough to keep me happy but not so fast that they would lose control. Suddenly I went over a bump and felt something move in my boot. Immediately, everything I’ve ever seen on a Discovery Channel special about brown recluse spiders (not that I actually watched it but I might have been in the room when someone else was watching) flashed through my mind. Didn’t I hear once that their favorite place to hide was unused rain boots? Doesn’t your hair fall out when you get bitten by them…and never grow back? Don’t they have to cut off the limb that’s been bitten? Yikes!

I didn’t feel anything move again and managed to talk myself off the spider ledge: “Chances are it’s not that kind of spider.” “It’s probably actually dead.” Or one of my mom’s favorites: “It’s more afraid of you than you are of it.” I don’t know why she said things like that because clearly roaches are NOT afraid of me (certainly not as afraid of me as I am of them) but I still use her pointless adages from time to time (especially with the kids).

When I reached my destination, I stripped those boots off first thing to tackle whatever rodent had nested inside, flipped them over and found a huge…dead leaf! Glad I didn’t tell anyone about the incident. Lesson learned. Tip them over first!

What a joy to ride in temperatures that are perfectly pleasant. Just a few drops when I headed home after my WW meetings. To top it all off, the only other rider I saw was another Lady Biker on a ninja…with her work clothes and chunky sandals on. We were the only bikers on the road and we were a couple of rockin’ chicks.

Now I’m off for more riding while it lasts. 103 tomorrow, but who cares? What a great vacation from the heat! Until next time, wheels down and eyes ahead!