I grew up a little confused, not sure how to be tough and still be
a lady. I was not sure if I wanted to be the Tom Boy making bow-and-arrows out
of sticks, scraping my knees climbing trees, and playing with matchbox cars, or
dressing up like a fairy princess in ponytails and bows. Once I turned 12 I
figured it all out. I discovered motorcycles and realized you can play like a
boy and still look like a lady. I'm not
really sure what it was that turned me on to motorcycles. I think I was
at a phase in my life where I liked anything that went fast and
anything my parents said I should not and could not have.
I bought my first motorcycle (KDX85) with my
paper route money against my parents will.
I paid a kid at school $10 a week all year until I had the bike paid
for, then I took the school bus to his house where he taught me how to ride
(kind of). The next day his folks
dropped it at the end of my driveway.
Anxiously looking out the 2nd story window I heard my mother shriek and say "It's fluorescent green!?", then I knew I
was good. I rode that bike every chance
I got, that is, when it was not chained and locked to the garage floor for
punishment.
At 16 I was an
independent stubborn brat, moved out on my own and got a Ninja 250 street bike,
which grew into a Ninja 750 (3 of them) and then I got really sick and caught
an awful fever...love sick that is, motorcycle love, and motorcycle
fever. I wanted to race, so I did. I
spent a year club road racing and made pro status one year later, to the day. Road racing
to me was one of the greatest things I have ever done. It seemed like such a crazy, far fetched
goal. It was like watching Nascar or pro baseball and thinking you could never be
there doing that, but then, you are there and you can hardly believe
yourself. I have always believed in
following your dreams.
Of course being
the only female in the 250GP (at the time) and living in a small town caused a
lot of ruckus. Things went crazy, interviews,
TV, 6:00 news, newspaper, magazines and radio shows. I got so swept up in the
tornado of events, I sold my business, sold my house left my family and friends
and fled snowy Maine to "Sunny California" to live the racers
life. I felt like I was at a motorcycles
anonymous meeting..."are motorcycles getting in the way of your job?"
YES "do you wake up and first think if motorcycles?" YES "are
you losing friends because of motorcycles?" YES "must you ride before
you can sleep?" YES! YES! ...Of
course two of the finest
ingredients in the recipe of racing, is DANGER and RISK. Well, a horrible crash at Daytona and another
near death head on into the wall at Willow Springs pretty much ended road racing for me.
My
walls of independence were broken down when I needed the help of friends for
the months I spent in a wheelchair. I
found new passion in teaching kids to ride, so I started a dirt riding school.
This was an important part of my life because it taught me about caring for
others. I began to be a little less
selfish and self-absorbed and realized giving to others felt so much better
then anything you could possibly give to yourself. The school took off and I was no longer just
teaching kids, but people all ages, and I was having a blast.
Later, I opened up a motorcycle accessory shop
for a guy who had some money to spend and I guess being exposed to all those
motorcycle enthusiasts, I caught the racing bug again. I continued to run the shop, teach the
school, ride a lot and race a little. This time it was anything on two wheels
with a motor. Of course I crashed some
more, adding more metal to keep my bones company. I competed in Flat Track, TT, Motocross, Hare scrambles and
Supermoto. This time I was riding for
fun and I did not let it completely consume my life. Somewhere, I found a balance.
Today,
I ride for fun. I've traveled Europe on motorcycles, I've led Adventure
rides to Cplorado, New Mexico and all over the US. I ride dirt,
supermoto, flat track, street sport and adventure. I have had the wonderful opportunity to ride or race with some of the greats such as, Roland Sands, Jeremy McGrath, Chad Reed and the legend himself, Malcolm Smith.
Life isn't always
beautiful, but it sure is a beautiful ride!