I’m happy to report that I got a ride in yesterday. It was a short ride, just a few miles down the street for the best Roast Beef sandwich in town. Oh yeah, I didn’t bring my bike, I rode pillion; I let Kevin do the work and get his bike dirty with road spray.
For many years after getting my license I thought it was a badge of honor not to ride pillion. After all the back seat is only for women who don’t ride, isn't it? Thankfully I’ve lightened up about that rhetoric. I have nothing to prove when it comes to being a capable woman rider. I ride pillion for practical reasons: In August of 2005 Kevin gave me a ride to Cleveland to pick up my Ebay purchased bike. That was a very long 12 hour trip, no matter where you sat in the seat.
I’ll bum a ride to pick up my bike, or if we are heading out at night, I'd rather get a ride, my eyes don't do well at night.
I like to ride pillion for non practical purposes as I have never forgotten just how nice it is to cozy up to my honey back there. No, I’m not handing over my keys anytime soon. But I am going to try and be less critical to the women who have decided, what ever reason, to sit this one out.
Hope you get out for a ride soon!