Riding a Harley.. is it like riding a horse?

Riding a Harley.. is it like riding a horse?

Well, lifting weights was way down on my list of priorities (if I had a list) right before poking needles in my eyes. Recently, a new idea has been niggling at the back of my brain. Driving a Harley has somehow caught my fancy. I used to own half of one in another life; I always rode on the back as a passenger.

I do have my motorcycle license, but… but… that doesn’t mean I can drive one. To drive a motorcycle, I think you must be able to pick it up and put it right if it falls over, don’t you?

With this in mind, I’m thinking about going to the gym and doing weights, not serious weight training, but just lifting some weights to get some arm strength required to navigate. might be a good idea, right?

Leg lifts may also be on the agenda because, to drive one, you first need to get your leg up and over to the other side of it. This sounds easy enough for you tall people that are not carrying around a skinny person inside of you, like I am. That skinny person is also built close to the ground, as am I.

Being a pensioner should not enter the equation, or should it? We shouldn’t set boundaries until actually thinking it through, or maybe if I think about it too much… hmmm. Faced with not being able to do it makes me more determined to give it a shot. Why not?

I would definitely need a low-rider type of bike, and losing a little weight can’t hurt, as well as building strength in my arms. These are not insurmountable goals, are they? I’ve always been a passenger and have traveled thousands of miles across two countries, on two major bike trips.

We (the ex and I) once went down on a bike, turning a corner for gas at Primm (close to Vegas), we fishtailed on spilled oil. We weren’t hurt, but omg … it took both of us to put it back upright.

Owning my own snowmobile and scooter, and various bikes, how is it I never drove a motorcycle? Well, I did once, way back when I got my license. I’ll need a helmet for sure unless I want to be a brain donor. I already have the Harley boots, but I got rid of my helmet long ago.

We need to stretch our wings and our imagination as we age. Let’s face it, time is really not on our side anymore. Father Time kind of sucks anyway; he hates women, never giving us enough time to get ready for anything. Now, if we had a Mother Time, well, it speaks for itself.

I took a little break from this blog to go have coffee with a girlfriend, and look what I ran into at the end of my block. I was on my bicycle, and the other gal, who looked to be 10 years older than me, was on her ride! Lord… is this a sign?  Am I onto something here?  Yes, I’m definitely on the right track!

She tells me there is no comparison to riding as a passenger, then asks if I have ever ridden a horse. Well, yes, I have, and she gives me a wink. Hmmm, I wonder what that means. Harley has lessons for women, and there is a whole club of women riders ranging in all ages up to and including age 85.

Next stop is Planet Fitness, and the fitness expert there is a picture of fit and happy, and she agrees to whip me into shape if I will give her a ride on my bike when and if I get one… whoa Nelly!

WE ARE ON!

UPDATE: So, I wrote this 10 years ago when I was a baby. I’m now older and wiser. The fitness routine and losing some weight, omg, what was I thinking? I’m so naive sometimes (well, always actually ;  ).  There are now three-wheel motorcycles aptly named a trike or a tadpole, two wheels on the front and one behind… lol, lol, lol… nope, not going there.

March 30th 2016