1990 – When I met my husband, I had only been on a motorcycle once in my life and it was for about 5 minutes. He, on the other hand, had been riding for years. I considered him an expert! One day the unexpected happened. It was the year we got married. You guessed it … we had a motorcycle accident. Luckily, it wasn’t a bad accident. There were no other cars involved. We hit a patch of sand on a turn into our neighborhood and down we went … me flying one way and he rolling the other with the bike. I was a bit scratched up, nothing major, but he broke a leg. This accident got me to thinking that if I’m going to continue riding motorcycles maybe I should be in complete control … of the bike and my destiny … so in December of that same year I became a licensed motorcyclist. It was 1989.
Tip Number 1: Be cautious of sand and gravel on the road. Even the best of riders can go down.