Road conversations.

When you’re a woman who travels by herself on a motorcycle you can have some interesting conversations.

In North Carolina I stayed at a campground that specialized in motorcycle campers. One morning I was doing laundry and chain maintenance and an older man struck up a conversation. Realizing that mine was the only bike still there he realized I was likely there by myself and ask as much. When I confirmed he said, “no offense but you have bigger balls than I do!”

While waiting out the thunderstorm near Lafayette, Louisiana, I was parked next to the front door of the convenience store and leaned against a post nearby to wait as it was pleasant out. An older woman struck up a conversation and realized I was with the bike. Seeing my “dyke on board” she told a story of a bar she and her ex-husband had and that the manager had been a dyke on a bike.