Ride to live - Live to ride

For the past two weeks I've been in world far apart from this one.
My other half and myself have been to Europe.. well from Plymouth to northern Spain down through amazing towns and tiny little undiscovered country side with awesome views. Stunning is the word I can only describe the scenery. The first week we spent tootlin round Spain, that was HOT!! I knew the sun would be warm, a nice change from this English topsy turvy climate. I knew riding a motorbike in heat would take it out of me... I think I lost half a stone in sweat the first few days but being away from normal life, being away and enjoying myself is what it was all about. So until I get to figure out how to down load these beautiful photos on to this aging laptop, you'll all have to try and imagine what the views were like. The roads in France and Spain in particular were made for bikers.. they went on forever.. and so did my speed. I converted my mileometer into kilometres which gave me some rough idea of how fast I should be going and how fast I knew I could get away with on the lonely roads with never ending tarmac that lead to golden heat riddled euphoria. I'd got a few worries about riding at such high speed... I have had an amazing time and really given myself time to adjust my abilities. However my husband wasn't so lucky. He came back home after a nasty experience on a bend in France on the way to Switzerland.. he took a bend wide, the front wheel took hold of the roughness of the surface.. his front wheel got away from him, he tried to control the bike but as all you bikers know that when the bike decides to go you can't do much to stop it. Fortunately there was a barrier there... I'd hate to think what might have happened had there not have been a barrier there!!! But the worst moment for me was I was following him around the corner, I witnessed him lose control of the bike, I saw how he battled for what appeared to be forever to get the bike back... then I watched as he fell off the bike. It all happened so fast.. but he's survived, yes it could have been alot worse, but he has superficial friction burns to his left elbow and left knee. Has the barrier not have been there... I don't think I would have a husband now and for sure the children would not have a father. The bike is to be written off. He's been made a good offer.. oh fuck the bike, he is way more important than the bike... 'OH' and I think his pride took a scuffle too. All in all we visited Spain-northern, France-Andorra, Belgium... Switzerland, back into France and home again on the Euro tunnel. I've yet to get my million n one photo's developed.. I have the good memories inside my head.. I still my man.. the kids still have their father. 3,000 miles we covered in 14 days. I'm glad I faced my fear of bends I came through and loved all of it. We will do another trip, but I've told my other half that he should take bends with more care next time...or I'll kill him!!

Motorbikes & women

My passion for two wheels developed about three years ago, when one cold Sunday afternoon I decided out of the blue that I wanted to try some thing totally different. And grasping hold of my new found dream by the horns, so to speak, I went and purchased...my new form of transport! Now I bet you're thinking about a huge stonking great monster of a bike? Sorry to have to disappoint you. My first choice was a tiny 50cc moped, yeah BIG bike, but being as how I'd never been anything bigger than a push bike, this to me was a big bike. Having got this vehicle so to speak, I kitted myself with crash test dummy gear! Well to cut a long story short and after doing my CBT which in layman's terms means compulsory bike test, which gives you enough road sense to get you out and about, hopefully safely! To cut a long story short, and several years later, more money better gear ( Leathers...Mmmm!) later, I know have a huge bike, red and throbbing, a real proper motorbike. Now I can see what you're thinking, where is she going with this story? I was always told to go out in all weathers for the experience, to know how to handle the bike, and with all things in life, the more you do it the better you become..Oh yeah!!
I've just been out on my bike in strong winds, Very strong winds. Now I've ridden her, I say 'her' because she has a name, oh yes she is a woman alright, feisty, strong and some times in control.. and if I treat her right I can get her to purr for me................you can't beat having a woman purring between your legs!!...And I've had a few..!!!!
The wind batters me from every direction, but its not just scary, its 'wicked' fun, as long as I'm in control and I lurve being in control...in black Leather, in hi heals... Now where was I? Oh yeah... dangerous conditions.. bring it on. I lurve riding in weather that I have no say in, this invisible force that thrusts me from one side of the road to the next, some times within feet of the ditch, when you least expect it, it's back for more and you think you're ready for it and it suprises you, this time from behind the lorry you've just over taken.. and riding home safely to play another day.I'm looking to buy another bike, this time with more 'umph' but always with the safety factor,it'll only go as fast as I want it to. I love life and I love bikes.......and women!