“When I was about 16 years old, my desire to ride started. My driving instructor told me that he rode motorcycles and I told him I wanted to do the same.
The only reason why I did not start riding was that my family was terrified of me. So I chose not to ride out of respect for their fear.
However, all of that changed over a few years ago. When I was dating my ex of 6 years. We decided as a couple we would like to start riding. I was so excited but we broke up the week I had made the decision to sign up for school.
Despite the breakup, I went to the school and signed up for the class but did not tell my family until I paid for the class. I got my license and started learning in the back alley with the help of my brother and a friend.
One of my most memorable riding experiences, was when I was learning in the back alley and I almost fell off the bike but my brother caught me in one hand and caught the bike with the other. I had no idea a man could be that strong!
Unfortunately, my brother passed away and it was more difficult than anyone could ever imagine. So when people ask me why I ride so often and focus on my bike life, the biggest reason is my brother.
When you lose someone who you love deeply and with all your heart you find ways to distract yourself and cope. I also ride because it’s something he was so impressed with. He was proud of me for doing something that very few black women do where I’m from.
I’ve never talked about this to anyone and it’s very hard to speak about but I ride until I see my brother again in paradise.”
Jenny from Washington, DC rides a 2011 Suzuki 750cc Gsx-R.
📸: @j.e.n.n.y.s.v.i.b.e.z
The only reason why I did not start riding was that my family was terrified of me. So I chose not to ride out of respect for their fear.
However, all of that changed over a few years ago. When I was dating my ex of 6 years. We decided as a couple we would like to start riding. I was so excited but we broke up the week I had made the decision to sign up for school.
Despite the breakup, I went to the school and signed up for the class but did not tell my family until I paid for the class. I got my license and started learning in the back alley with the help of my brother and a friend.
One of my most memorable riding experiences, was when I was learning in the back alley and I almost fell off the bike but my brother caught me in one hand and caught the bike with the other. I had no idea a man could be that strong!
Unfortunately, my brother passed away and it was more difficult than anyone could ever imagine. So when people ask me why I ride so often and focus on my bike life, the biggest reason is my brother.
When you lose someone who you love deeply and with all your heart you find ways to distract yourself and cope. I also ride because it’s something he was so impressed with. He was proud of me for doing something that very few black women do where I’m from.
I’ve never talked about this to anyone and it’s very hard to speak about but I ride until I see my brother again in paradise.”
Jenny from Washington, DC rides a 2011 Suzuki 750cc Gsx-R.
📸: @j.e.n.n.y.s.v.i.b.e.z
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