Louise Gentry:
CLASS OF 1964
Plattsburg High SchoolClass of 1964
Plattsburg, MO
Abraham Baldwin Agriculture CollegeClass of 1966
Tifton, GA
Louise's Story
Posted on 16-APR-07
Last week I took my first solo trip to 29 Dreams in Alabama. It was only about 250 miles round trip, but it was a big deal for me. I can hear all you iron butts laughing out loud, but I don't care. I've only been riding for about 2 years now and most of it around my home town. On the eve of my departure the weather forcast was not very promising. Getting a little anxious about going off by myself and in the rain, I called my friend Kiote65. He was very supportive and offered me the encoura more...
Last week I took my first solo trip to 29 Dreams in Alabama. It was only about 250 miles round trip, but it was a big deal for me. I can hear all you iron butts laughing out loud, but I don't care. I've only been riding for about 2 years now and most of it around my home town. On the eve of my departure the weather forcast was not very promising. Getting a little anxious about going off by myself and in the rain, I called my friend Kiote65. He was very supportive and offered me the encouragement I needed.
"Just think of it as a long trip to the store," he said. Made good sense to me so I went to sleep dreaming of my next adventure.
It was drizzling when I left out in my brand new rain gear. After the first mile or two...Expand for more
I settled into the road. Even in the drizzle it was wonderful. Took the back, country roads and stopped only once for gas. The scarriest part was driving down to my cabin on gravel. My only other experience on gravel resulted in a drop. Not so this time! I was pretty proud of myself when I put down the kickstand and looked around. Just as I got unpacked and settled in for a nap the rain hit, along with a tornado siren. I didn't care. I was just so happy to be there.
Only one other biker showed up on Wednesday, but by Thursday evening three others arrived. The four guys decided to build a campfire and they invited me to join them. I took my two little bottles of wine, 3 pieces of firewood and "sat on the porch with the big dogs". We swapped stories (mostly I just listened) and enjoyed the fire and the companionship. Around 10 I excused myself to turn in. I told them I knew 4 men sipping beer for two hours probably needed to disappear behind a tree. As I was walking away, I heard one of them say, "I like her style."
It tickled me all the way down to my toes. I felt like a real biker.
Thanks Kiote, for giving me the courage to take that "long trip to the store". I don't think I would have gone without your kind words or your belief in me.
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