“If I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand” Unless you ride or are a
rider of a motorcycle, you probably wouldn’t understand this quote.
Raising two daughters, and seeing them off to college, my husband and I
got the urge to purchase a bike after viewing the motorcycle run
benefiting the 2001 Roger Maris Cancer Center in Fargo, ND. 2001. The
rumble of those motorcycles, the leather, and the different walks of
life, we were hooked. I looked at my husband and said “when the college
loans are paid off, this is what we are going to do!”
We sat on our patio the next summer, (the loans still not paid off) as
we heard the motorcycles rumbling out of town….…we would say to each
other “there goes another” After that long summer, we reviewed our
financial situation, by cutting our weekly treat of an evening out for
dinner, and a few other things, we could probably afford a payment on a
The urge for me was made even greater when a gal that I worked with, had
her husband come to work and give me a ride on his 2001 Fat Boy. Now….
to say the least, I was hooked for sure. To make matters even worse they
stopped in for a visit on a weekend with the motorcycle. I didn’t even
have to beg for a ride, as he knew I would be jumping right on the back
of the Fat Boy. Of course he knew that I was madly in love with the
pipes he had on that bike, he gave it a little throttle, much to my
Most people found this quite ironic, that I had become so hooked. I had
never been on a bike until I sat on the back of that Fat Boy. My husband
had put on a lot of miles on motorcycles prior to meeting me. Marriage
and two daughters, life had changed for him.
November 2001, the papers were filled out, and now the monthly payments
were being made on a 2002 Road King. To hear the Harley for the first
time, was just great, or was this a dream. I will never forget that day.
But…..it was Nov. in North Dakota, would we have to wait until spring to
ride, or summer, springs can be pretty unpredictable. The good Lord
brought us some great temperatures, plus anytime it was in 40’s we were
on the motorcycle, we were able to ride in November and December of that
year. We soon became known as the “Hard Cores” at our local small town
By December, I got the urge to have my own bike; riding on the back just
didn’t cut it for me.
My “best friend” my mother, our family’s cornerstone, passed away
suddenly the last day in April 2002, talking to her friend on the
telephone. What a shock this was!!!!!
In June 2002 an older Yamaha 250 would be my ride for the summer. Taking
the ABATE safety course, we were off for some riding, lucky to live near
the lakes area of Minnesota, some gorgeous scenery to be had. By August
we were on our way to Sturgis. The Freedom to Ride, it was great.
The urge for a Harley was boiling inside me. Due to my best friends (MY
MOTHER) death. With the sale of mom and dads home in a small town in
North Dakota, and the help of my brother giving me half of his portion
(he gave the other portion to our youngest brother) I was able to
purchase a Black 2003 Anniversary 883 Sportster in September on my
brothers birthday. I share a special hand single with her every time I
go out to ride. Riding on my bike has helped me cope with her death.
It was now October 2002, it was the day of the Roger Maris Cancer Run,
prior years we had just watched the bikes some in, I told my husband I
just couldn’t get the urge to go on my first run. With a puzzled look on
my face, he said “You’ve rode to Sturgis” He decides that I should at
least finish breaking in my bike at the 500 mile mark. Not only did we
break the Sporty in at 500 miles, we were on the run. Talk about the Dry
Heaves, I don’t think it was the Harley rumbling, it was my stomach.
But…..I made it………the adrenalin rolled as people lined the streets,
As the 2002 winter shut us down, between the Yamaha and the Sportster, I
had 7000 plus miles on the two bikes.
Enter in the year 2003, because of our mid-life crisis we were now
meeting a lot of interesting people, and also making a lot of good
friends. We have a special event we attend every Wednesday night at
Playmakers Sports Bar in Fargo, ND. All Clubs meet there for 2 hours of
socializing, see this website for more information
www.playmakerssportsbar.com, go to Pavilion and Special Events, the
click on Tom “Road” Blairs Free Biker Party.
Who would’ve ever thought when we slipped those rings on 29 years ago
that our camaraderie together would be the open roads on
It is now November in North Dakota and the last time I road was October
26th, I am all ready missing it. The odometer after a year and a month
or riding is at 16400 plus miles. Hopefully the snow will melt; the
temps will be in the 40’s. The HARD CORES will be out!!!!
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