A little about us....

I have always loved adventure, 

I was the kid that would slide down our barn roofs, build forts in the woods, pack a lunch and just start walking through the woods, or canoe down our creek ‘til supper. Fortunately, I had a best friend who had the same spirit. Together we explored our world riding horses, as we always had a couple on the farm.  

The love for adventure was nurtured by non-traditional parents. I will say that zest for life was definitely passed down from my mom, and nurtured by Dad. I learned to drive a single axle milk truck before I had my official licence LOL.  

A childhood dream of exploring my world on horseback turned into the wistful dream of jumping on the back of a Harley and being whisked away by some undescribed man, in my young adulthood. That dream seemed to dim with the movement of life, and the death of my mom; still a moment that has an effect to this day. 

My dreams took a back burner as I married, and mothered five children. As I'm sure all mothers can relate, priorities often mean such dreams tend to be put on hold. 

Then 2017 rolled around and proved to be a pivotal year. Let's just say it was the year I was reawakened.  

Separated and fighting for a divorce,  which ended up taking three years, I was raising my now older children, dealing with mental health and navigating respectful parenting. Some days I would sit on the little bedroom balcony of my old farmhouse rental, have a smoke, and a cry. I’d sit there looking down at my driveway thinking “now would be a great time for that guy to show up on that white Harley.”

Well, I tell ya what; it was on one such night, that thought was followed with a mental conversation that started me along the path of that old dream.

Do I love myself? Damn right I do! Then why am I waiting for a man to come along? I love myself enough! I can give my heart what it desires!

So the adventure began.

I took the riding course because, out of everything I’d ever ridden or driven before, a motorcycle was not one of them.

With the course successfully completed I began to peruse through the many Facebook marketplace ads in search of the perfect motorcycle for me. Finally it was an 04 Harley Sportster 883 that caught my eye. It quickly became my first bike, and he did not disappoint! 

The next season I was able to upgrade to an 06 deluxe. I loved him too. The dragon and I, along with my soulmate (that I went on to meet later, through riding ), have travelled many roads, provinces and states. 

The dragon is now set to go to another worthy owner as we raffle him off through a ride this summer in support of ALS research.

Today, I am riding a 16 Street Glide Special and I am absolutely LOVING it. We all know there are no words to describe the feeling of leg over and settling into the saddle, hearing the start up of the engine, and heading out onto the road to wherever the heart leads. For me, it is perfection with my soulmate riding by my side. 

Not sure if it was my dad’s little gas-powered bicycle, or maybe the occasional machine that would roar past my window on those long, holiday car rides… but somehow motorcycles became an interest at a young age, starting in the UK way back in the 70s.

A few years later, new to Canada, the fascination continued as I’d watch kids on their little dirt bikes zip past. Such adventure, such freedom. I wanted that. Were the possibilities as endless as they seemed?

Pretty soon I was in the habit of hopping off the city buses in Montreal when I’d see a motorcycle store ahead. There was one in Lachine, in particular, that I'd go out of my way to visit. The staff were kind and welcoming. I mean… a scraggly four-and-a-half foot tall teen appears in the doorway, appropriately looking like she’s not got a nickel to her name, and the staff gestures to ‘come on in. Try one out’. 

I’d pick a bike. Usually it was a particular crimson red one. A Honda, if memory serves me right. I’d sit there and let my imagination take me away to all the places I’d dream that only such a beautiful machine could take me. I sometimes wonder whether the staff back then could ever have known that their generosity would play a role in nourishing a passion that was later to become such an important part of my everyday life. 

At fifteen, luck was on my side and the money I’d saved from golf caddying and mowing lawns was ready to be put to good use. I heard about a kid in a nearby neighbourhood who was selling his old dirt bike. And just like that… for $240, I finally had my very own, very first, very wonderful bike. That copper-coloured Honda ST 90 was my pride and joy. I took that thing everywhere, from neighbourhood to neighbourhood, picking up and dropping off friends, and all the while looking for the next new adventure for me and my bike. 

At eighteen, I moved onto riding around on the back of my boyfriend’s Yamaha Seca 750. Then, a quick tutorial and I was on my way riding that motorcycle all by myself. Apart from having to lean to one side at red lights, to allow one foot to reach the ground, the bike was a perfect fit. 

Then came the opportunity to follow my other passion, and so began five years of living out of a backpack, travelling around the world. The career, and parenting years followed. Thoughts of riding again were always quickly brought to a halt with the self-lecture that ‘riding a motorcycle now would be irresponsible’. 

You have people who depend on you, and you need to stay safe. 

Life is short though, as we all probably know. Sometimes it’s a lot shorter than we ever could have anticipated. Every day is a risk, no matter how mundane the actions of that day may seem. 

Time waits for no one.

So, in 2016, I decided there might not ever be a better time to get back on a motorcycle. 

In 2017, finally licensed, I bought my beloved 1992 Yamaha Virago 1100 from a friend for $1,400. 

In 2021 after my Virago was destroyed in an accident, I rode a Harley Davidson Night Train for the rest of the season. It was the fall of that same year, while popping into a New Hampshire HD dealership to pick up a Tshirt, that I immediately fell in love with my current bike. 

My 2016 hard candy gold Softail Deluxe is a most magnificent motorcycle indeed. We fit together as if ‘it was meant to be.’ 

Together we enjoy the many adventures that, as a kid, I had always imagined only such a beautiful motorcycle could take me.