Tag: Motorcycle

Girlie Motorcycle – Scooter Themed Holiday Cards

Girlie Motorcycle – Scooter Themed Holiday Cards

If a consumer product has a motorcycle or scooter theme my eyes generally go right to it. I found these super-cute Christmas cards at Homegoods:

Scooter Holiday Cards
Scooter Holiday Cards

She just might be my idol. Look how much fun she’s having riding her scooter through town. She’s probably wearing an “It” Karl Lagerfeld mink helmet, too. Some girls have all the luck.

Superficial Friday: Japan’s Bosozoku Motorcycle Style

Superficial Friday: Japan’s Bosozoku Motorcycle Style

Some would say that there is no accounting for taste.

I am strangely drawn to the look at photos and videos of Japan’s Bosozoku Motorcycle Gang culture.  The videos I have watched show a constant frenzy of revving noise, sparkling paint, crazy seats, ridiculous farings. All of it a strange and beautiful mishmash that I cannot tear my eyes away from.

A great collection of images can be found on this English-speaking site: Bosozoku Bikes

Bosozoku Bike
Bosozoku Bike

Do you think this subculture will ever pop up in the US? Are there already Bosozoku in your town?
Let’s hear what you have to say about the visual styling of these bikes! Yay or Yeaaaaa, ummmm.. No.?
How to Insult a Motorcyclist in 4 Simple Words

How to Insult a Motorcyclist in 4 Simple Words

“That’s a Girl’s Bike.”

Ahhhh, the girl’s bike. This phrase when uttered will cause any pair of testicles within a 2 block radius to up and retreat to the place from whence they descended.

What Exactly is a Girl’s Bike?

Does it have a white basket with flowers on the front of it? Is it pink? Does it smell like potpourri and shoot glitter out of the exhaust? How is it that something as decidedly un-feminine as a motorcycle can really give off a less than masculine vibe? And yet, I will confess I have uttered those very words myself. 🙂

What do Women Want?

Oofa, talk about a moving target! For years women wanted off the rack motorcycle gear that was cut for their figure. Not sissified versions of the men’s gear but fully padded, knee-pucked, armored gear. Great strides have been made in the last 5 years to make this happen.

But when it comes to the machine itself, do women really want anything different from what a man wants? I’ve tried to think back over my riding life to a time when I felt limited by my gender. I’ve tried to think of something that is missing from a motorcycle that speaks to me as a woman. I’ve got nothin’. Though the glitter does sound kind of cute.

I keep coming back to issues of height or rather inseam. Given that the average height for women in the US is around 5’4″, I can see how 31″+ seat heights can become a problem for riders. But what else? What could a motorcycle manufacturer do to entice more women to buy their product? What would they need to do to make a real Girl’s Bike?

5 Classic Girl’s Bikes

  • Harley Davidson Sportster
  • Kawasaki Ninja 250
  • Honda Rebel 250
  • Kawasaki EX500
  • Suzuki GS500

My Girlie Speed Triple
My Girlie Speed Triple
Back in the Game

Back in the Game

For me, motorcycling is and always has been an emotional journey. I can’t disengage the act of riding the bike from the all encompassing connection to the world, my feelings, to people that it delivers me to.

Since the loss of Cindy and Michael in September, I have struggled with an emotional rawness that kept me away from wanting to ride again. Witnessing the loss of life devastates you as a human being in ways that you cannot comprehend until you’ve had the misfortune to bear witness to it. As a human being, a little piece of you grieves at the instant loss of connection. An unrecoverable, unique piece of the greater human puzzle is missing and you just feel its absence.

With these months that have passed I’ve come to no greater understanding of what took place. What can you say really, other than you just learn to accept it? What else can one do? So with these months now of associating my last big ride with such a sad event, I took a break.

From the time she was very small, my daughter’s pediatrician always told me that I shouldn’t worry about making her eat x number of fruits and vegetables like a tyrant. Don’t worry, he said. When she needs something, she’ll take it. Her body knows when it’s time. This self-imposed break was much like that, I suppose. I stayed away until my body knew it was time to try again.

As I mentioned to my friend Greg, my reawakening was something of a slow trickle set off I think by the planning of our spring trip to Kentucky. Poking around looking and maps and hotels – I love doing all of those things and I think that it helps me to focus on the positives.

On my birthday last Sunday, I went out to the garage and started the Triple up for the first time since fall. She’d been dozing on the tender all that time. With the garage door open, I let her idle and warm up for 5 minutes. Like a word on the tip of my tongue that I just couldn’t quite get out, I mentally teetered on the brink of maybe heading out for a ride. It just wasn’t right, though. I shut her down, closed the garage door and went on about my day. That was the closest I’d come to maybe riding, since November.

On Monday at work, I was reading ADVrider’s phototag thread for my locale. I knew where the latest tag was and no one had yet claimed it. The night was to be clear, the salt had been largely washed away with some good soaking rain… it was time. Provoked with a purpose I wriggled in the car all the way home with excitement about my secret.  I was going to go for a ride. And I did. I went out after work into the cold, into the night to grab that tag.

My worry that things would just seem kind of you know, off was quickly dispelled. The natural memory of the sound, the feel, and the motions all felt like home. In my mind what I’d built as a huge hurdle bedeviled me for about 30 seconds and then fluttered away in my wake. It felt good again. It did.

I like to think now that there are another two souls that will ride the wind at my back and carry me safely on my journeys. See you on the road!

Crap picture, I know… but this is the one that brought me back.
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