tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post1373503984867254250..comments2023-08-20T08:07:16.389-07:00Comments on ALPHAWOMAN'S BLOG: BORN TO RUNalphawomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12788721975727895601noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-50079753071307004242004-09-02T08:09:00.000-07:002004-09-02T08:09:00.000-07:00Got an icky feeling in my stomach as you were desc...Got an icky feeling in my stomach as you were describing your bicycle accident. Ewww!<br>Good luck to your mom!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-84937442022029137102004-09-02T08:22:00.000-07:002004-09-02T08:22:00.000-07:00All the romance in the world, all the tea in china...All the romance in the world, all the tea in china would not get me on a motorcycle. You are brave. Be very very careful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-50178820962213041342004-09-02T09:49:00.000-07:002004-09-02T09:49:00.000-07:00Hey my moms birthdya is sept 8th how neat. We are ...Hey my moms birthdya is sept 8th how neat. We are both from ky and have moms b dyas on the 8th. You be careful on the motercyle LoriAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-84879589765721856972004-09-02T10:52:00.000-07:002004-09-02T10:52:00.000-07:00Oh what memories this brings back. The last time I...Oh what memories this brings back. The last time I was on the back of a bike, I was 17 yrs. old and had a hairdo that required lots of teasing or back combing, as we called it. We went to the local drive-in restaurant and he turned to look at me. I recall looking like the Bride of Frankenstein. Only my pride was hurt. OUCH!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-60315202956101685022004-09-02T10:59:00.000-07:002004-09-02T10:59:00.000-07:00Glad your mother is home. I think that once you g...Glad your mother is home. I think that once you get used to it, you'll have a blast on a motorcycle, but I'd be very nervous too. I can just see the Knevel move now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-89942603950094289682004-09-02T12:46:00.000-07:002004-09-02T12:46:00.000-07:00Yea, MOm....Happy Birthday.VYea, MOm....Happy Birthday.<br>VAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-22787778637733335632004-09-02T15:11:00.000-07:002004-09-02T15:11:00.000-07:00Acccccccccck! Terrified of motorcycles. Couldn't d...Acccccccccck! Terrified of motorcycles. Couldn't do it for love or money. : )<br>Hope mom is fine and Happy Birthday to her in advance.<br><br>AngelaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-36875846416555046092004-09-02T20:03:00.000-07:002004-09-02T20:03:00.000-07:00I hope your mom's all right, I'll be thinking abou...I hope your mom's all right, I'll be thinking about her.<br><br>When I was a teenager, my boyfriend at the time had a motorcycle. He came over to my house once when my crazy redneck uncle happened to be visiting. Of course, my uncle wanted to try out the bike, and of course, the poor guy I was dating had to say yes. My uncle got on the bike, revved it up, and proceeded to crash into my next door neighbor's car. It still cracks me up to think about it...everything turned out okay, but I haven't been on a bike since.<br><br>D has been hinting at wanting one for a few years, now...at least he hasn't taken that next step and bought me a helmet! Have fun!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-78807153466300347782004-09-02T22:04:00.000-07:002004-09-02T22:04:00.000-07:00I keep having this fantasy myself of zipping throu...I keep having this fantasy myself of zipping through traffic to various jobs on a cute little motor cycle ... but I ain't got no one to teach me and no clue how to do it. Good grief, I'm in my 40's, shouldn't I be slipping into tennis shoes rather than leather boots?<br><br>But, you gonna do it for LOVE??? Do it for love then, just ride below the speed limit, complain, complain, complain about how slow the bike is compared to his - and just maybe, he'll let you off the hook ... for LOVE, of course. RaceAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-7958305494064155282004-09-02T22:11:00.000-07:002004-09-02T22:11:00.000-07:00I have always been scared ****less of motorcycles....I have always been scared ****less of motorcycles. I'm with Angela...I wouldn't do it for love OR money! I can't even stand to ride my bike as fast as it goes... Lisa :-]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-59700822580427387522004-09-03T11:20:00.000-07:002004-09-03T11:20:00.000-07:00hang in there!!!!!! Hugs for the weekend, judihang in there!!!!!! Hugs for the weekend, judiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-56315685412041041912004-09-03T16:24:00.000-07:002004-09-03T16:24:00.000-07:00I loved riding my scooters, the old Aero 80 and th...I loved riding my scooters, the old Aero 80 and the 250 cc Honda Elite, but it's true I lost confidence a bit after one too many minor accidents (broke a tooth at midnight leaving a parking lot in 1987, when the bike went out from under me due to some unseen piece of gravel). Still, I would not have given it up if the bike hadn't been damaged when some idiot had not jumped a curb and knocked it over where it was parked overnight. I can't afford to replace all those expensive plastic parts!<br><br>You can do this, if you want to do this. You have to be careful, and watch out for cars that don't watch out for you. But it's probably worth it. - KarenAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-72956117577753629612004-09-03T16:52:00.000-07:002004-09-03T16:52:00.000-07:00Guard your dreams and visions....and your teeth.Guard your dreams and visions....and your teeth.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-23179860063272460822004-09-15T06:22:00.000-07:002004-09-15T06:22:00.000-07:00OOOOOHHHH I'm so jealous. I would love to learn to...OOOOOHHHH I'm so jealous. I would love to learn to ride a motorcycle. I think it would be great fun. However, the thought of crashing and burning does hold me back from actually pursuing the idea. :-) ---RobbieAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-83061829758619431602004-10-15T16:16:00.000-07:002004-10-15T16:16:00.000-07:00You are so lucky to have someone who loves your co...You are so lucky to have someone who loves your company so much that he wants to include you in a big part of his life. Riding for most of us is as important as breathing. Learning to ride is no harder than any other skill. The hardest part is kicking your fears to the curb. I wanted my own motorcycle cause I loved riding all my life and I got tired of always getting left behind. I took the Motorcycle Safety course because no one would teach me on their own bike. I was so terrified of crashing that I almost didn't show up for class. Everyone, especially the instructors, were so nice. No one in the class of 2 women and 6 guys really knew a thing about riding. I graduated without a hitch. What a great boost for my self esteem. I hope you do give it a chance. Riding together with someone you love is so fantastic. Just JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6489911025579199899.post-8655005724590838502004-11-07T16:22:00.000-08:002004-11-07T16:22:00.000-08:00Consider yourself lucky! I'm in the opposite ...Consider yourself lucky! I'm in the opposite boat, my husband wants to keep me from riding again after an UNLICENSED MALE biker caused me to wreck. <br>The guy was showing off, lost control of the brand new harley he had borrowed to ride, the bike went under an oncoming gravel truck, he walked away. As the gravel truck passed me the bike dislodged and hit me, front impact. I had no gear on, only shorts and a tshirt (hubby said we didn't have 'time for that crap'). I was doing 70 mph when I went sailing over the handlbars. <br>It's now been just over 5mths since the wreck. Most of the 17 shattered bones on my left side have started to mend. I was in a wheelchair for 3 mths, used a walker for 6 wks, and now am starting to walk again on my own.<br>Moral of the story....I can't wait to ride again!!! And if it comes down to chosing between my husband and my bike, the bike WILL win out. I supported him through a motorcycle wreck and work accident, both resulting in surgeries, I only ask the same from him in return.<br>People can be killed in cars, trains, planes, by lightning, basically anything but we all still ride or drive in cars, occassionally travel by plane, hell even by ship after the Titanic sank. With precaution, and in my case 'luck', you'll live through most catastrophies, don't let anything stop you.<br>Even considering my wreck, the only thing I'd change is that I would have let my husband leave without me while I took the time to get my gear on.<br>I've got a website with pics and more indepth info about my wreck, just email me if anyone's interested. Now for all you gals reading this that ride your own bike, GO take a ride for me! :) CelindaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com