My First Motorcycle Road Trip

This past Saturday I rode to Anniston, AL on the back of hubby’s new Harley-Davidson Street Glide, and I have to say it was quite a rush. My rump hurt like the dickens when we arrived home, but I made the trip, and now I’ve officially taken my first “road trip”. For those of you, who have never ridden as a motorcycle passenger, let me give it to you straight.

First, let’s look at the upside. This is a short list, but here are just a few of the benefits that make riding pretty doggone fun.

• The thrill of being in the wind and enjoying sites from a completely different perspective is invigorating to say the least.

• Spending time with your best mate is not only fun, but it also builds fond memories.

• Walking around in biker gear makes you feel bad-to-the-bone. So way cool.

And now…the downside. Here are a few things to take into consideration.

• Sitting in one position for long periods of time is hard on the knees and back after a while. Having only driven a motorcycle for a few days (I took a motorcycle riding class), I had no appreciation for the slight nuances that are completely foreign to cagers (biker lingo for people who drive cars).

o Apparently, when the passenger shifts their weight or fidgets around on the back seat, this causes the motorcycle driver to potentially lose control. If you’re wondering whether I fidgeted during the trip, the answer is heck yeah! Well how in tarnation was I supposed to know that fidgeting would causes a problem? It’s not like this sort of thing comes with an instruction manual. Needless to say, I was shifting here, shifting there, scooting here, scooting there—how was I supposed to know! All I knew was that my rump was hurting, and hitting bumps in the road at 75 miles per hour is doggone painful! This is a time when I could have used some extra padding on my rear end.

• Also, a little wind is good—fun even, but a lot of wind is tough on your eyes and face. Thank Goodness (notice the capital “T” and capital “G”) I wore a full-face helmet. Hubby tried to convince me to wear a half helmet like his, but I knew from the test ride the night before that I wouldn’t be comfortable with that much wind in my face. Speaking of wind, let’s talk about the full force of it—good golly Ms. Molly. Bugs and what not were flying at me. Thankfully, I only had a few hit my arm (poor hubby took the brunt of bug splatter), but do you know how much self-control it takes not to flail your arms shouting, “Bug guts, bug guts got on me.” Yuck! Needless to say, I will not–I repeat, I will not be wearing a half helmet anytime soon. If bug guts on the arm are disgusting, just imagine bug guts on your face! No sir, I do not need firsthand knowledge of that feeling.

All in all, though, I had a great time. Even my hubby said I did much better on the ride home than I did going down. Baby steps, y’all, baby steps….

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