Women & Motorcycling
I can’t help but wonder how I came to this point. My only experience with motorcycles had been as a passenger, and the idea of actually learning to ride myself had never really occurred to me. I grew up with 10 brothers, so motorcycles had always been a "guy thing"; girls were just expected to ride on the back. So, you can imagine that I felt a little confusion—and yet real excitement—when I was asked if I wanted to go to Femmoto (www.femmoto.com) and learn to ride a dirt bike; Kawasaki had brought its Dirt Bike Experience for the multifaceted weekend to teach any lady—from beginner onwards—who wanted to improve her skills.
Up to the actual day, I was filled with disbelief that I was really going to be able to do this. It may be strange in this day and age for a 43-year-old mom of three to think this way, but, although I was being encouraged, it was still quite intimidating.
At the class, I was introduced to Mercedes Gonzales-Natvig (9-time women’s national MX champion) and Charity Okerson, both teachers at the Honda Off-Road School in Colton, but drafted in by Kawasaki especially for this Femmoto event. After a brief hello all the pupils introduced themselves and their experience. I was the only one with a big fat zero!
But, despite my nerves, over the next two hours the ladies patiently taught me the fundamentals of clutch, throttle, brakes and gears. In the first few minutes, I felt overwhelmed, but with my only other option being to crash and burn, I gathered my courage and decided to learn. We spent some time on each discipline. First kickstarting, then riding in a straight line, then turning, then standing, then shifting gears and finally, using the brakes properly.
The first couple of hours flew by like it was only a few minutes, but I was actually riding and beginning to feel more comfortable. I found myself riding up and down hills in first gear, until I realized that by changing up a gear the bike would run much better. And then it clicked; suddenly I felt like I was on a Jet Ski, standing up, cruising along, and having a blast. I could really do this! The sense of accomplishment was amazing.
I anxiously returned to the main track to tell everyone how I had done, and what I had overcome. As I walked back to the pits, I saw a dad—smiling broadly—pushing a stroller with his kids while his wife was out on the track or road-testing a motorcycle. I was struck by how much fun, how unusual and how empowering Femmoto is for women. I thank the organizers and supporters, and I also applaud the dads, husbands and, boyfriends and significant others who seem to have as much fun supporting the women in their lives in what must be a real change in the usual family dynamic. I can’t wait to go back next year.