When I started my motorcycle journey, I also decided to write about it. What’s better than to write about something you love? And, boy, do I love it!
I began writing a blog that I titled “Riding my life away”. It seemed suitable. But, as these things go, I didn’t keep up with it. There are plenty of reasons for that, but I do actually want to write it.
So, I’m reusing some of my old blog entries and will add new ones as well. The old blog will be retired and become a part of this new venture.
I’ll write about learning how to ride a motorbike, about actually riding, how it is different for women, and about the gear I wear and use. Basically, I want to write about every aspect of it, being still very new to the whole thing and taking anyone interested along on the ride.
I’d say “buckle up” but it’s more a case of helmet on, gloves on and onwards.
Be fearless in the face of what sets your soul on fire.— Unknown.
The first time I sat on a motorbike it simply felt right. I’d never been interested in getting a driver’s license to drive cars. I’ve never been interested in driving cars. I’m from Berlin. It’s not necessary to drive a car there or own one. And I just never felt the attraction either.
I honestly wouldn’t even have known what kind of car to get. It was all so boring. Plus, I have a tendency to get car sick. I can’t ride in a car on an empty stomach. Makes me nauseated.
Life on two wheels was always more appealing to me and it’s healthier – as long as we’re talking bicycles.
As a student, I worked at a motorcycle exhibition. I had the night shift and we were playing around a little and tried sitting on some of those bikes – super carefully. Well, I tried one. And I felt immediately at home. I took a picture of the bike and knew that one day I wanted one.
This is the first motorbike I ever sat on and to this day I want a Triumph.
Before I could settle down enough in life to afford getting a license and then a motorbike, I decided to leave and travel the world, live everywhere but at home and after 10 years finally returned. Not to Berlin, mind you, but to Hamburg.
I never forgot about my desire to get a motorcycle license. But most of the time I just didn’t have the time, opportunity or the money to get it.
Last year, I suffered the worst heartbreak of my life. And that’s when I decided that now was as good a time as any to finally get a license. I wanted to do something for myself. Something that would give me joy.
I wanted to get started in April, do an intensive course in two weeks or so, get the license and be ready once the season took off.
Alas, my friends had other plans and dragged me on a trip to Japan, which ate up my starting funds for the license and gear. But since my birthday was coming up, I asked for support for the license and got it, and saved up in the meantime.
I signed up for the course on the 2nd July. And I’ve been obsessing over motorbikes and riding ever since.
Story of My Life 