“Let’s Ride, Witches!”
Sunday was my first organized group ride on my own bike (well…trike) ever. So it was kinda momentous. I think my husband felt like a proud parent sending his child off for the first day of school. He was outside taking pictures for us before we left and escorted us like an honor guard on […]
How I Found My Wheels Again
Eight years ago, I gave up riding my own motorcycle when two separate non-motorcycle-related accidents within one year resulted in torn tendons on both ankles. It was my confident walking stride that was my downfall – literally. My husband calls it my authority walk. But that long stride in 4-inch heels ain’t great when you […]