I ride a motorcycle. More and more women do. So why is it still so outlandish of me? Not to mention unfeminine. Some reactions are so extreme it’s all I can do to stay on the bike for laughing. Others have lost various motorcycling outlets my custom, because I do not appreciate spotty teenage moped-riders assuming that I must either ride a scooter or be a pillion because I’m a girl. Actually, you zit-ridden little ignoramus, I have been riding a lot longer than you, I am better at it than you and there is no way in hell you would even begin to be able to handle my bike. Clear? Good.
I recently had an older man view the bike I was selling and attempt to patronise me because I’m a girl. Also to bullsh*t me into dropping the price to less than the bike was worth by listing a host of non-existent mechanical problems on the assumption that, as a girl, I’d not know any better than to believe him. Newsflash, idiot: I have a higher IQ than you do, and that’s not hard.
I prefer the other reactions, from the women who cut me up, then realise I’m not a boy-racer and just about stall in sheer shock to the men who are so busy looking at the bike and me at lights and trying to work out if I really am a woman on that big heavy noisy Amercian bike that they forget to go when the lights change, or else veer distractedly into the car on the other side. While, of course, I sail smoothly on.
Motorcycles are cheaper and more economical to run than cars. They get through city traffic more easily too, and they’re a damn sight easier to park. This isn’t why I ride, if it was I probably would be on a scooter, but when you look at it that way, the idea that women don’t or shouldn’t ride becomes somewhat ridiculous.
I ride because it’s exhilirating. I’m planning a major biking trip soon and when I talk to people about it they’re incredulous, because I’m going with a friend – 2 girls, 2 bikes, a couple of thousand miles of asphalt calling. Where, they want to know, is the support vehicle, the protective company of men? Sorry, what? Where should they be? It’s not an off-road inter-continental trip that would require spare parts and DIY-mechanics. It’s just a holiday.