I found my mind wandering from the main highways after my meeting with Alisa Clickenger a couple weeks ago. As I drove east on the 10, the concept “Where The Adventure Begins” turned over in my brain. There are other mentors and adventurers but I happened upon Alisa one day by chance when searching out groups to follow on Facebook. I was looking for something different than group pages filled with items for sale and “Good Mornings.” I also knew that I would be riding a dirt bike, a dual sport and eventually upgrade the Chief, or not one day. Alisa’s page was straighforward. Women’s Motorcycle Tours. And my mind responded…where adventure begins.
Being a Mentor carries a great weight. We have been blessed with many women who just through action inspire us. These are the women who may have existed before we were born like the Van Buren Sisters. I had no idea how deep the history was with women motorcyclists until I joined the LGG team. Suddenly I was looking at old movies again, old photos and historical dramas where we were given hints of how this all started.
Thanks to my buddy, Julie (Women Ride Their Own), women like Alisa were suddenly in my path as we started work on the Sheroes panel. And the question remained, how will the Sheroes change the perspective of the women who will be there to meet them. Each Shero has her own story to tell, riddled with adventure of trial-and-error, overcoming the “can’t do’s” and breaking new ground with documented journeys from which we as students can find inspiration. Mentors are teachers whether they have profound lessons to teach or just words of guidance. They give us comfort when we are unsure of ourselves and hold us up when we feel a little weak in the knees.
The one thing all these women have in common with us is that they had to make the choice to throw a leg over and lean back in the seat. Each one of these women had to answer a question they had and let go of what they thought they knew. We all know that once the engines are revved up, there are two choices: stall or get out of first gear. I, had the worst time getting off my property because my bike had gear issues. Yet every time I stalled, every time I dropped the bike because I was looking down and not ahead, every time I made it out of first, I knew that second to third would be way easier. And my quest for the open roads began.
One thing is certain. I don’t look at any road the same. Those side and back roads get you closer to the picture and the place. They ask you to slow down and pay attention to all thats around you. I am by no means a mentor. If anything I am a docu-mentor because from where I sit, the roads are wide open. Whether you have a go pro or just take metnal snapshots of where you have been, it’s what is ahead of you that matters!
Texas Hill Country Biker