Easy Rider

Riding down the free-way on your motorbike in boots, jeans and T. Nothing else but a smile on your face and wind in your hair. Sounds good?

The thing is, which would you rather be wearing when you’re sliding along a cheese grater?When I’m on the road my kit consists of;

I wear the riding boots, RST jeans, T-shirt,  gloves and helmet when I’m practising my slow handling in the car park.

Ride

Photograph of me courtesy of MM

I’m yet to find the perfect fitting jacket. I need one from the kids selection for the arm and body length but I can’t fit my boobs in any of the ones I’ve tried on. In the meantime, the jackets I have will do but they are somewhat restrictive, tending to bunch up around my neck when I’m in the seated position.

 Below are some photos I took when out walking in Woody Point, Queensland, Australia recently.

Low Tide

I run a search and type in “motorbike rider in shorts and thongs” to find an appropriate picture for this blog. I see this all the time and it makes me squirm. Anyway, up pops a heap of these videos… I must remember to translate my Aussie English into American English. This is not the kind of thong I was thinking of.

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14 Responses to Easy Rider

  1. Great post Kristin! you had all bases covered – almost… Phil

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    • What did I forget Phil? 🙂

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      • Sorry I wasn’t clear – the girls in the video did the forgetting…

        On a serious note re- protection when riding, I was stopped at the lights at a T-intersection one day when a woman decided she would turn from the main road (Victoria Rd. in Sydney) into the small side-street where I was. The problem was she didn’t see the cyclist (shorts, singlet no helmet) zooming down on the inside lane. After she hit him I watched him slide across the street in front of me with the whole weight of his body on his shoulder – it was like watching someone drag white chalk across a blackboard. He literally rubbed his shoulder off – at first, amazingly, there was absolutely no blood. Then it poured out. The woman’s famous first words: ‘I’m sorry’…

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  2. Yvonne says:

    I’m interested to see what Phil thinks you’ve missed!

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  3. bmagpub says:

    I always wore all the protectives, except when I dropped my leather jacket off for repair. Guess what, the scar is still about 5cm x 2cm on my forearm – 33 years later! Just as well i still had leather gloves and boots! What about searching on shorts and jandals? 😉

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  4. You’re gamer than I am 🙂 I’m learning to drive a car, and that’s nerve-racking enough 🙂

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  5. suzjones says:

    My ex is a rider and so I travelled around this country on the back of a bike quite a lot. He was also into 250cc production racing. I remember the time I took him to hospital after he came off on a corner at Lakeside and went headfirst into the armco. They were amazed that he had no abrasions and took pleasure in telling us that sometimes when a rider comes in that hasn’t been wearing protective gear, they use a scrubbing brush to clean the wounds. Ouch is all I can say.
    I never wore leather pants but always wore good jeans (leather pants in my size were difficult to come by). I remember being stung on the leg by a bee once. Ouch again!

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    • Ouch, that’s my fear Sue, when I feel a bug hit around my neck…”please don’t be a bee”. My first B/F died in a motorbike accident. I’ll save that story for another day, but I have a love/hate relationship with motorbikes 🙂

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