MOTHERS WHO RIDE
I’m so excited to share my second session in my personal project series, Mothers who Ride. Meet Dlayne, she is the mother of two beautiful daughters, wife to a Police officer, has the best laugh in the world, and she also rides a motorcycle. I was invited into the Swensen’s home to spend the morning as Eva and Reina gathered eggs and made breakfast. Then I tagged along with Dlayne and her husband Clayton as they rode up the canyon on their bikes. I love that they ride together.
Here is a quote from Dlayne about how she started riding:
“I started riding because we thought it would be a good way to cut down on the cost of filling up our SUV once a week during the summer when I didn’t need to take my girls to school. We initially looked at getting me a scooter, but when I realized that the endorsement and riders class was the same for scooters as motorcycles, it didn’t take long to shift my train of thought! Within a few short weeks, we had gone from talking, to taking the beginning riders class, to owning my baby CBR250. I took a spill within the first two weeks on my way to work and I thought for sure I would be too scared to keep riding, but I surprised even myself getting back on my bike! I realized that I really loved riding, and that I was going to overcome my fear of crashing in order to keep doing it.
I love the feeling of power and control that you get from a motorcycle. I’ve never experienced another feeling like it. I can put in my headphones, and it’s just me, the wind and the road. You have to focus more on a motorcycle, and it’s almost therapeutic to clear your mind in such a focused way. I love feeling the change in the air as I ride the hills and valleys on my way to work. I love the smells in the air as I ride through the city. There just isn’t the same experience of connecting with your environment when you’re in a car. I’m positive I’ll ride until I’m old and grey! Oh! And how could I forget.. The ‘motorcycle wave’ makes me downright giddy. Every. Single. Time. I just love it. ”
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