There have been motorcycles in my life as long as I can remember. Above is my great grandfather on one in early Preston, WA. So maybe I come by it naturally. Here are photos of me dirt biking as a teenage girl.
Here is a photo of me as a young woman and one of my Dad on an ill fated motorcycle trip.
Here is a photo of my 1975 Honda CB 550-4, my second street bike that I got in college. My first bike was a 350-4. (This is back when motorcycles went for ~ $1 per cc.)
And here it is now.
I have seen similar bikes at vintage motorcycle shows in Tacoma
and in England.
As with any mechanical device, a lot of our time was consumed with fixing things.
Thankfully this last photo is of a fix for a stranger (briefly) in Stehekin. Because we fixed his bike, we got to use it to go to the falls and the bakery.
My father has been riding motorcycles most of his life.
And thankful I met my husband Tom who also enjoys riding. Here he is on our honeymoon on a scooter (not quite as cool).
Tom, my dad, and my brother go on annual motorcycle trips each year, going both on dirt and asphalt with dual sport motorcycles.
My favorite part of my Route 66 trip was the Seaba motorcycle museum. It was just magical there. So there must be something to these machines for me.
P.S. I meant to include a photo of my father and me quite young on a motorcycle at the Stone family cabin, but I cannot find it. If anyone has it, please send it to me.