Well I went for my first ride at 2. My mom says it was love at first ride. I could hear my uncle coming down the road and out the door I would go. The older I got I never dreamed of owning my first car it was always my first bike. At 14 my dream came true. My uncle took several old bikes and made me one. Ok... it was not perfect but it was mine. Love at first site. The first time I ever got to truly ride. Ohhh sweet memories. Then I hit the fence. LOL Yes I had no idea what I was doing, (just thought I did) and took out a section of privacy fence. It was funny. Busted knee, and wrist but 2 weeks later I was back on. Quite a few years later and 9 bikes I still have that love. That thrill I only get from that pleasure of wind rushing by.
Now I'm stuck riding bitch all the time. I honestly don't mind riding behind Michael but I truly miss the thrill of my own. But heres the problem for me. Almost 6 years ago I had a dispute with a ass at a gas station and a few miles down the road his friends hit me from behind while I was sitting at a red light. When I heard the skid of the car I just couldn't get out of the way quick enough. It crushed me between his car and the one in front of me. Now when I get on the bike by myself, I panic. I can't breathe, and my mind turns totally blank. I can't even shift properly. So, Now I really want to get out there again but I'm not sure how to get back in the groove. Mike likes rice burners but has agreed that I am going to get another 883 for Christmas, but I'm afraid I want be able to ride it alone. Hope someone can give me a few tips on how to regain my composure. what do you do when the fear overcomes you...

So if you read this and have any advice let me know. My love is still there just scared shitless...

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