I am an awesome passenger

When my husband rides his Yamaha VStar 1300, I'm quite comfortable on the back. I like being his passenger. I go where he goes, lean where he leans, and never try to second-guess his ride. Somewhere, though, we got the idea that I needed a bike of my own. Or, he got the idea.

I took the safety course and passed it, took the DMV test and passed it, and got my motorcycle license in the mail. We kept scouring Craigslist until we found several bikes to test-drive. Yesterday we contacted a man in Rancho San Diego about his Yamaha VStar 1100--a bit smaller and lighter than Nick's bike. This is important, because Nick's bike scares me. I can barely handle it, and I don't feel safe. So I went out and test-rode the 1100, and liked it well enough to buy it. He double-checked his paperwork and discovered it's a 2003, not a 2001 as he had assumed (and appraised and advertised). Score! I am the proud owner of a 2003 Yamaha VStar 1100 in gunmetal grey. It had saddlebags but we took them off for now.

(Mine is on the left, Nick's on the right.)

I was standing next to my husband looking at the bike and he said, "So now you're a sexy biker chick!" I laughed ruefully and said, "No...I think I'm more of a biker chicken." I am timid, right now, but I trust that will ease as I learn to ride and as Lucia (my bike) and I get to know each other. When I bought this bike I had less than 100 miles on my seat. I trust I will become a biker chick with more miles!