It´s funny how life often comes full circle.
As a teenager, my boyfriends consisted of those special types of wanna-be outlaws that favored motorcycles and muscle cars. I spent my high school years on the backs of many a four-wheel/ATC dirt bike and inside Mustangs and Camaros.
Twenty+ years have passed without my giving a second glance to any such vehicle.
And now, here I find myself married to a man who loves motorcycles the way I love travel. So, despite my 40-year-old back, I have chosen to embrace his hobby/love, the way he has mine. And to be honest, there is a sort of freedom to riding on a bike, as well as a focus on scenery and landscape that often grows old when you travel by car.
In the three years we have been together, my husband has had three different bikes, which much to his chagrin, I have insisted on giving names. I feel motos deserve female names, similar to boats.
Bev was his first ride. A turquoise Yamaha Virago 535, we had a hesitant relationship — a little fooling around, but we never went all the way. Still, I was sad to see her go.
Sheila came next. I had a love-hate relationship with this hulking Yamaha Dragstar 650. This had mostly to do with the fact that my tailbone was numb after too long of a ride on her, no matter how many adjustments we made to the passenger seat.
Betty is our current beast, a Suzuki Intruder 800. And she is a beauty: Deep blue, sleek like a racehorse, and by far the most comfortable seat of the three. She still needs some tweaks, but even so she is my favorite.
Watch this space — it´s where my love of travel and my husband´s love of motorcycles join forces, as we travel around Brazil By Bike.