by Alexandra McClanahan
Turning 50, with the rock band Steppenworf’s 1968 “Born to be Wild” reverberating in my head, I decided to buy a motorcycle.
I had ridden on the back of motorcycles, but never driven one. I decided to start small, so I bought a blood-red Kawasaki 175, named “ The Eliminator.” I also bought a helmet and leather gear. My husband was not keen on the bike, but he offered to teach me to ride it. Until then, I had no idea he knew how to operate a motorcycle. I learned he had ridden in his younger years. He even had one in Yakutat, Alaska, which receives an annual rainfall of 155 inches and has mostly gravel roads.
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