This past weekend I had meetings in Ohio and decided to take my bike and make some fresh vitamin D for a few days. Instead of the K1600GTL, I grabbed my trusty V1k. Once the meetings ended (I hastened that part of the weekend - hate meetings with a passion), I grabbed a friend and we headed out for a glorious run. Perfect day. Delightful company. Wonderful trip.
We headed up I-71 and pulled off to get gas about 60 miles out. Pulled into the station next to a group of bikes. As it turned out, these folks were Canadians who spent the past 8 days touring to Nashville and back from Montreal. Wonderfully nice people. We talked for more than an hour and exchanged stories. The surprising part was half of the riders were wives and girlfriends! Each woman was riding her own bike. Several gs800’s had been lowered to accommodate the ladies. Once we left, I decided to visit my grandparents’ grave about 40 miles away. Ticked that off then visited a family member about 45 miles away. Beautiful ride through the sights, sounds, and smells of farm country. Life was good.
We decided to head back to Columbus then stopped to get something to eat in a town about 60 miles north on route 23. We then ran into another couple riding on their V-Strom’s. Talked to them a bit and I commented how nice it was to see women getting in the game. They acknowledged they were seeing more of the same and were seeing more everyday. That’s a great thing.
Later that day we arrived back in the city and stepped out for our favorite Stromboli at Carsonies for dinner. As we were leaving another couple asked what we were riding. As it turns out, they both rode as well! Another awesome conversation and some new acquaintances! This was all very new to me.
Of all the riding I’ve done, I have never seen more women involved in biking both alone and as couples than recently. It’s about time. We had a perfect day of biking and experienced the best of biking that few ever experience. My friend, Wendy, had the time of her life and commented how wonderfully nice the people she’s encountered while riding with me have been. While she is not confident enough to ride, she never misses the opportunity to join me on a ride - even if it’s to set up some chairs or hammocks and boil up a fresh pot of Tarrazu coffee by a lake - or a trip amongst the cattle and farmlands.
We ride at work when we can because we enjoy the experience. But that experience extends so far beyond the joy of the machine itself. Bikers know this but aren’t always good about sharing it with others. Sharing the ride with others and making new friends along the way is what biking is all about. The fact that women are stepping up and joining in only makes an already amazing experience even better. I’m learning many of them have found their husbands this way. I think biking is changing in healthy ways that will make it better, more rewarding, and exciting. I personally like the change. It adds another welcome dimension to the experience.
Are you seeing the same in your adventures?