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Throwback Thursday: Ride the Lightning

This morning I was thinking about all of the wonderful people and unexpected friendships that I’ve made because of the internet. My upcoming trip overseas will be with Ed and Pimmie, people that I met on the internet. Hell, I met my husband Kenny on a group ride with people from a forum.

For kids who have been exposed to it for their whole lives, this may seem “normal,” but at 40 years old, I have been able to witness the progression of not having any internet, to some static-laden whirs and buzzes and you’ve got mail, to having the world at your fingertips in your pocket at all times.

What does this have to do with anything? Well,…

For today’s Throwback Thursday, I’ve got a GoPro snapshot taken in California when Kenny and I were riding to meet up with Ed at the big shoe in Bakersfield. Out there in the dry hills there was nowhere to hide from the lightning. I remember feeling scared, not knowing if we should keep moving forward or turn around.

Opening up to meet people who you get to know online has been positive overall for me. I’ve gone to places and had experiences I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. Sometimes you’ve just got to take a chance and ride the lightning.

Throwback Thursday: Fog at the Top of Timmelsjoch, Austria

In 2010, Kenny and I flew to Italy to meet up with our friend Pimmie and do some riding in the Alps. Our travels took us through the mountains of Italy, Switzerland and Austria. That trip still looms large in my mind as one of the most personally meaningful adventures I’ve been on. Travel changes you.

While in Austria, one of the passes we rode was Timmelsjoch (Passo del Rombo) not far from Innsbruck and on the way to the Dolomites.

Sadly our trip across the wiggly ribbon was ensconced in fog and rain. But, I suppose that is all part of the adventure.

We’re going to be heading back to play with Pimmie in the Alps this year. I’m excited that our friend Ed will be joining us, too. Just think of all the Throwback Thursday posts! ;)

Throwback Thursday: Quit Whining, Go… or Don’t

When I first met Kenny, we were both sportbike riders. We’d go out on long day rides in search of full lean and speed and get up to shenanigans we had no business getting up to. But, it wasn’t long after we’d met that our interest in strictly hooning around changed. The desire to get out of our comfort bubble and explore started to worm it’s way in. We’d managed to find a partner in each other who was willing to move at a familiar, comfortable pace and had a willingness to take a leap of faith.

As we started kicking around trip ideas, we never balked because we both rode sportbikes. Those were our bikes. If we wanted to travel, that’s what we had to travel on. Go or don’t, those were our choices.

So, we went…

There were ninjas in Tennessee. ::karate chop::

At over 6ft tall, Kenny would fold himself up on his little 636 and ride hundreds and hundreds of miles. Yes, stops to stretch his legs were welcomed but the excitement of being out in the world trumped the discomfort.

Traveling on a sportbike was a no whining zone. It always came back to the same thing. Go, or don’t…

Over time things have changed. We’re both on much more travel-friendly motorcycles these days. Even so, when I think back there was something sweet, some pleasure in the pain of those early road trips with Kenny. It was just us against leg cramps and sore bums and we won the battle.

Throwback Thursday: Pitstop at Yellowstone Lake

In 2005, Kenny and I spent some time visiting Mt. Rushmore. It was something I’d always wanted to see. We did very little planning for the trip. With little more than a few scribbles on paper, we threw our clothes in our bags and set off. At that time in my life, I was much more apt to say “Yeah, let’s go!” at the drop of a hat. These days it seems like I’m a little slower on the draw.

While in the neighborhood, we decided to swing over to Yellowstone National Park. It seemed like a good thing to do since we didn’t know if we’d ever pass that way again. And as it turns out, we haven’t been back since. Maybe it was a smart decision after all?

Kenny’s black Speed Triple was brandy-new then. If memory serves, it had just crested it’s break-in mileage right before we set off. My old ’98 6R was just happy to be along for the ride.

Throwback Thursday, popular on Twitter and Instagram is a great opportunity to dig back throw old photos and take a walk down memory lane.

Throwback Thursday – A Dusty Virginia Backroad

Don’t you love sifting through all of the ride photos that you’ve amassed over the years? Even though you’re busy reminiscing when you look at them, it’s funny how they inspire you to want to get out there and explore some more. The past pushing you forward towards the future.

When I look at this photo from some dusty backroad in Virginia I can’t help but want to feel those feelings of newness and wonder again. The road… she’s calling my name.

Soon, lady. Soon.