5 Mar 2012 - posted by Dennis
Tour America with ladies that ride motorcycles for a month and it’s interesting to see them transform as they emerge themselves into the bike culture, lets enjoy these two.
A few years ago now I crossed paths with Mary from Balclutha who told me her world changed for her when she was standing beside her just departed mum and Mary thought, “She didn’t have much fun and excitement in her life, and that’s not going to happen to me !”
Today Mary sports bright pink hair and really lives life. Her sportster was traded in on a Harley Rocker because as Mary puts it, “The large wide rear tyre makes my arse look small.”
This little spitfire has joined us on repeated trips around America with her husband Bill, but has a habit of attracting the highway patrol. Utah it was when we were all pulled over in the desert, no traffic, just us and two squad cars determined to fine us.
60mph was the limit and at 95 the officer wouldn’t accept that we were only just over. So Mary asks for a photo with him. “This is serious !” he replies, but after smiles and kiwi joking around he succumbed. Then Mary adds her touch. “Officer, could you go for your gun and hold me back in the photo?” Result, well Mary got a written citation which she said would look great framed and we all got verbal warnings, “ you folks do anything wrong in my state and you are all in jail, clear!” Yes sir.
The sticker on Mary’s bike reads, “Let me shop and nobody gets hurt” and so it was, outrageous jackets, crazy bitch bandannas carried along by constant laughter and another margarita. Oh yes Mary discovered Margaritas!
Then there’s Shirlie ! It was during the Trike racing, indoors at The Dark Horse Saloon that Shirlie first told me she was terrified about actually riding in America! WHAT. Yes she said she rode a Boulevard but hardly at all and this trip was a spur of the moment reaction to life as a dairy farmer.
This girl looked well groomed and quiet but once again we were to learn that inside waited a party animal who did shop till she dropped and crammed every last minute with fun on her USA adventure.
I ribbed her about power napping in the middle of the afternoon at Buffalo Chip Campground in Sturgis but she casually passed it off with ..... “I have only had 8 hours sleep in the last 5 days!” Party on girl. And so it went for a whole month and many miles until like someone out of a cocoon emerged a hard riding, windswept scooter babe that sported a tattoo on her hip that read “ LIVING THE DREAM” and so it continues.
Dennis, JD’s Motorsickle Tours.com
