Well we managed to secure an ok set of boots. Not up to our safety standards but the leather was thick and had some reinforcement in the toe and heel. Also had some wool lining on the inside.
Tested them by winging them across the pavement in the driveway as hard as a I could. Not even a scuff. Was tempted to run over them with the car.
So my friend comes over at 11:30 and he had promised her a long time ago to take her for a ride. So on the back of his Boulevard (he has a backrest also which I bet just made her feel a little safer) she goes and we wind up in downtown Frederick at Brewer's Alley. She was in love with the experience. We head to a parking lot and she gets on the Versys and we run some turns, stops and emergency stops so we can both get comfortable with the idea.
We go for about an hour and half ride through the back roads and through some real long sweeping switchbacks and at one point I hear "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" . The girl showed no fear and was loving life. I had to force myself to relax because all I could think of if I mess up my baby will be in danger. I think I was more worried than she was.
Here we are after our first ride together. Her final comment to me "So when do we go camping Dad and can you please make sure its a longer ride?" Her only complaint was that we didn't go longer and she would like a back rest if at all possible.
I'm in contact with motoport and have the guidelines for getting pants made so she will be even safer in the future. I asked her if there was any point during the ride she felt scared. Her answer "Nope I just hang on and smile"
I loved the fact she wanted to share this with me and I swear I had some dust in my eyes after we got home and she was telling me about how much she enjoyed it. I work a lot of long hard hours and my time with my daughters is very precious to me. My middle daughter has no interest in the motorcycle and my oldest is approaching it very slowly. It's funny because my youngest who was with me yesterday already has two possible motorcycles picked out for herself when she is old enough to drive and she devours the Motorcycle magazine as soon as they hit the mailbox. She was supremely torqued when I sold my little Ninja 250 because it was "her's". She said she wants a BMW GS650 or a Ninja 250.