Yes, that's me with a group of seniors in Charlotte, North Carolina, as part of the Shepherd Center Author Series.
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Six years ago this month I decided to learn to ride a motorcycle. Since then I've traveled 47 states and 5 provinces on my trusty BMW G 650 GS—often solo.
My dear friend Jeri and I learned how to be grownups together.
While I love exploring the country, there's a lot to be said for staying in one place.
I met "Sheri" a few years ago on my book tour and she got in touch when she moved to Charlotte (my city) in March. She arrived at exactly the same time we were moving out of our suburban four-bedroom home into a smaller urban townhouse and came over to preview the massive yard sale that took us weeks of preparation. She bought a few things that she admitted she didn't need and I was happy to sell them.
The man, on the other hand, took action. "Hey, ladies. Are you the biker bunnies with those motorcycles out in the parking lot?"
Yesterday I talked about repairing my gas tank cap with duct tape, and I promised to tell the back story. Here it is, and it has a lot to do with impatience.
I never appreciated the versatility of duct tape before I became a motorcyclist. Here's a story of how it saved the day while riding off road in Nevada.
Just like the evening news, people seem to want to lead with what bleeds as a conversation starter. Not a productive start to a relationship eh?
Meet my friend Shirly, from southern, Idaho. I met her in 2010 in Cheyenne, Wyoming when we Conga riders rallied. She was 78 at the time!