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.