Darn my bike is heavy.....

Yes, I was shown how to pick my bike up in the safety course and yes I should really know how to do it but dang it's really heavy. Adam and I were practicing turns in the parking lot and I was going to slow and my bike fell over!!! Luckily, I have engine guards and I was able to roll away. So, I'm standing there looking at my bike and Adam says "Pick it up", uh ok.....I get into position but there is no way on God's green earth I'm going to do this. I mean really the bike weighs 650 lbs get real. After struggling for what seemed like eternity (ok so it was only 2 minutes tops) Adam picks it up and just looks at me.....

So lessons learned:

1. Don't go slow when practicing turns

2. If your pick falls make sure there are men around to pick it up

The Interstate!

What was I thinking?? I mean really, do I have to go all the way to Tanger on the interstate? Yes, I do and yes I did! Wow! What an experience. Bea (my BFF) arrived early and gave me a quick lesson on riding "tight" on the interstate. She knew I was freaked out about the big curve by the Governor's mansion so she decided she would hold up fingers to let me know what gear she was in.....YEAH! We went over hand signals -close the gap, swap lanes, slow down and the all important...I gotta go! I felt ready so off we went. As we neared the interstate my heart started pounding and I swear my hands were shaking so bad I didn't think I could throttle. Once we got on the interstate and I got the hand signal to close the gap between us (I was right on the right side of her fender) we were cruising at 70 mph! I was elated but that didn't last long because I saw the darn curve up ahead. I slowed and did the whole slow, look, press and roll but I was terrified. I noticed a guy in a car in the next lane over smiling and pointing at Bea and sure enough she had 4 fingers held up above her helmet so I would know what gear to be in....it did look funny but hey I'm learning! My only faux pas was we stopped at a 4-way and Bea took off then I waited for my turn....uh evidently you're not suppose to do that. Important lesson-when riding with another bike or a group everyone moves together. I got schooled! Well, as you can see I made it home safe and sound....

Hello World!

It's me! I've decided to venture into this world of blogging to see what the attraction is. Don't get me wrong I like reading them just never thought I'd actually write one. I've had trouble finding blogs that women write about their motorcycle experiences and being a new rider I thought I'd share my adventures! So let's just jump right in....eight weeks ago my hubby and I bought motorcycles and no we had never ridden before except for small dirt bikes. I can tell you that did not prepare me for the big girl bike! My hubby bought a 2000 HD and I have a 2005 Yamaha V Star 1100 that I now love. We had the bikes only two weeks when my hubby decided to tear his down so that it could be repainted (It had a girly paint job)....well I wasn't confident enough to ride without him so mine sat up for 5 very long weeks waiting for his to be done. Do you know what not riding for 5 weeks does for your confidence????!!!! We had taken the course offered here and we both did well but the bikes were 250cc and much much smaller. My biggest problem is trying to help the bike...oh yeah I feel the need to put my foot down on take off and push because obviously the bike simply can't go without me.....I know I will break my foot, I know I can run over myself, I know all this but still I think the only reason my bike will go is by me putting my foot on the ground....crazy! Finally on July 4th it was our Independence Day! Up until that point it was a running joke that we had not made it out of our neighborhood, heck I had racked up 25 miles and was cruising at a top speed of 35....I know some of you more seasoned riders would have a hard time keeping up...lol! My BFF and her hubby who have been riding for several years showed up bright and early and forced us out of the neighborhood. Girls, I have to tell you that when I got to the stop sign to turn onto the highway I was in tears....I seriously thought I would throw up but I kept going. We ended up doing a little over a hundred miles that day. I don't know if I was more physically tired or emotionally wiped out at the end of the ride....I had cried, yelled, cursed, laughed, joked, and most importantly cruised at 60 mph and I no longer felt the need to help my bike take off !!!!!! Well it's getting late I'll fill you in on my trip to the outlet mall and the interstate experience tomorrow.