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I love motorcycling and have ridden extensively.  I didn't ride during transition, taking a different kind of journey.  Now I'm eager to start again.  Several non-riding women have cautioned me that riding as a woman alone may be different, so I planned a little trial run to see if I could manage.  I planned to ride 300 miles to a small, unsophisticated town near some mountains, stay overnight, ride around in the mountains for a day, stay overnight again, and ride home.  I did that this weekend.

Other than the fact that I ride like a girl, I'm probably not recognizable as a woman when on the bike.  It is when I stop that there can be problems.  The first day, suiting up after lunch at a Mexican restaurant I received more interest than I usually do, but no one approached or commented – just stared.  The first evening I tried chatting up a cute French guy who was part of a group of Europeans on rented Harleys, but he claimed not to speak English, so that didn't work.

The next day in the mountains, I chatted with a handsome gray-haired outdoorsman at a scenic overlook.  He was nicely friendly.  Later, I stopped for a broken-down motorhome in the road.  I lent them my cellphone and chatted with the woman while the man called for assistance.  I had lunch in a very small town and got a few curious looks when I walked into the restaurant carrying my helmet, but no more than if I had gone in as a man.  In another tiny town I did not stop at the bar with a raft of Harleys out front.  By the end of the day I was comfortable sweeping through the curves, racing past the slow-pokes, and enjoying the exhilaration of riding good roads through gorgeous surroundings.  I learned that Kate can ride as easily as what's-his-name could.

The last morning, chatting with an older couple from the east, they were surprised that I was traveling alone, but I am comfortable traveling alone.  The ride home was uneventful, other than having to squat to pee beside the road in the middle of nowhere.  (No cars went by.)  It was a fun trip, and I'm looking forward to many more as easy-going, friendly Kate.

One unexpected benefit: After riding much of the day, I discovered I could dilate more easily.  So, girls, if that dilator is just too snug going in, try taking a nice long motorcycle ride to loosen things up.  It worked for me. :)

- Kate

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Kate I would love to go ride one day with you. Well that is if you would like the company. Sounds like you had a great trip I'm happy for you.

I'm so envious!  I want a bike!

But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself!  And you look awesome in that picture and I love your jacket.  The area is so beautiful, too!

I've owned one motorcycle (well, still own it but it's in real bad shape) in my life. I wish I had the money to get a new(er) one.

I miss my rides.

Glad to hear the trip went well.

I use to be into bikes.

I had a bike which I made up from parts, scrounged or bought second hand. It was quite a nice machine, but being based on a Honda engine, the big ends were worn and too expensive to replace.

I spent the night at someone's house, parking my bike on the street outside. Next morning it was gone. I reported it to the police, describing it it loveing detail.

They contacted me the next day to say they had found it. It had been dumped in a scrap yard but was in a terrible state. I went to the station to get it. It looked exactly as I had left it. I kinda realised then that I should try to get some different wheels.

Once, I was invited to try out a trials bike on a the side of a slag heap. (The left over waste from coal mining, piled into a sort of small mountain).

I got up OK. I was really surprsed at the power in that thing. then, at the top, while turning, I fell and broke my collar bone. I still managed to ride down again, but have never been on a bike since.

Anyway, I hope you have great time.

I wish I still had my baby.  I also love to ride. 

You know what irony is?  Transitioning all the way and finding out that now you need a STP when you go riding.   ;)

Keep em down on the pavement, Kate.

Hugs

Quote from: Janet Lynn on July 19, 2010, 07:37:46 PM
You know what irony is?  Transitioning all the way and finding out that now you need a STP when you go riding.   ;)

Got one of those...  :laugh: Sadly no bike though. I do have access to a horse though which works almost as well...

Postop Motorbike = one massive vibrator! ;D

I rode my harley before my transition during and after  the only thing I found difficult was finding womans boots (motorcycle) lol

the same things still need to pay attention to
enjoy you bike and keep the rubber side down
Bethany

Sounds like a good run Kate. Love the sign! ;D

I have been looking at clothing catalogues, and while there is some fantastic gear available nowadays, boots are still one area with little choice.

Keep them shiny side up girls.

I saw a pic of your bike a few months ago, very very nice indeed. I have a Fazer S2 600 with touring luggage. My bike means the world to me. Just can't be compared to a car. Geting on and touring - there's nothing like it. I'm delighted for you, don't give up what you love :)

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If I might add, I've been on my bike a few times fully femme, honestly, the looks a girl gets on a bike, it's amazing! No one expects a girl to hop off a big bike on her own!

I've been enjoying taking my 79 Goldwing around for a ride, once or more times a week.  Still Love riding it, It's sailing on land...

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Beni