I felt the way bride's are supposed to feel on their wedding day. I've never felt that way before, not even on my wedding days. But standing in the basement of Big Sky BMW
, looking at the lowered, silver BMW F650 GS
, my heart fluttered with so much excitement, I couldn't tell if I was excited, terrified, or about to pass out. All I knew was, I was in love. Not infatuated, not lustful- passionately, certainly, definitely gazing at my beloved.
The next morning, after a night of wondering if I was good enough to ride such a masterpiece, I took it for a test drive. I wanted to hate it, to find something wrong with my dream of making this motorcycle my most prized possession. It was $9,000 for goodness sake! I don't have $9,0000! I didn't know what to expect. I didn't learn to ride a motorcycle until five years ago, when I was 38. My first bike was a 500cc Kawasaki Vulcan cruiser, which I sold three years ago. I haven't ridden anything bigger than my 150cc Derbi Boulevard scooter since.
Well, if there is a such thing as a perfect wedding night - I had it. When I got back to the dealership, I said, "I'm not giving you the keys back. So you might as well give me some paperwork to sign." Sixty months, 4.9% financing, now I need a second job.
For our honeymoon, me, my bike (I named her Maggie May), my husband and his 2000 Honda Interceptor (no name, shown in photo on right), rode 175 miles along one of the best motorcycle roads in the northwest
. We ate, slept, made love, and rode back. I was exhausted. Maggie May handled so beautifully, it felt like all I had to do was think about the turn and I was turning.
This summer, I plan to ride to Banff
and over the Beartooth Highway
. Perhaps, someday, I will join the ranks of amazing women like Tiffany Coates
. For now, I need to practice smooth shifting and ride a few logging roads to get in shape.