I started riding late, at the age of 61. My wife is a medical scientist, and has a view on the survival rate for motorcyclists and their likely injuries. She declared it was my passion and I shouldn't expect her to ride along on the pillion exposed to the elements and to the stupidities of the cagers. She also had a couple of offputting experiences with a couple of bitches in the motorbike group I used to ride with.
Something I've mentioned to her as a post-65 thing, take a bit out of my superannuation to do it, was that I'd like to ride either up the east coast of the USA, across the top and down the other side or ride right around the edges.
Well, the other day she asked if that thing I wanted to do had to be solo, or would she be welcome to come along. I told her I'd give up my weekend all day rides if she'd just pillion across town so we could have a cup of coffee together or a walk along the beach, and I'd love it if she would ride on the pillion of my bike either around town or around the USA. So we're thinking about it. Got a year to plan and for her to try out riding on back of the bike.
But every journey starts with the first step.
