I had a motorcycle column once upon a time, not because I was a motorcycle enthusiast but because I was a woman motorcycle enthusiast. Riding a motorcycle has had great significance in my life. It has been my personal path to awareness and wholeness. I truly believe any man would have trouble comprehending the significance that riding plays in my life. Yes, yes I know that riding is important to many men but I believe that for most women, it is simple really, we ride for different reasons. Riding is not something I do, it has become who I am. My bike has been an integral part of my journey to self awareness and has carried me to people, places and experiences that would not have been possible with any other mode of transportation. It is a strong, directed and dynamic way to get from one point to another. I heard it said once that our experiences weave the tapestry that is our lives. Well my bike was the loom that weaved a beautiful work of art called “Dottie”. However, beautiful masterpieces do not happen by chance, they are created only under the careful eye and artful hands of the Masterful Artist, somehow that is easy to overlook but let’s talk about that a little later. My bike was and is my agent of change. It has become my vehicle of choice on the journey to personal, emotional and spiritual growth. It is only when I ride that life lessons become crystal clear and I can come to terms with the challenges in my life and learn how to overcome them. When I ride I get the chance to look within and grasp who I really am. It feels as if my bike is an extension of my personality. When I ride I am free and significant. When I ride it is a statement about my competency and power. I feel special because I am doing something few women have the courage to try. I feel nothing short of a rebel. I have learned to know and come together in perfect harmony with my bike. This journey has given birth to a perfect partnership of power, strength, balance and momentum. It makes me stronger and more confident. I feel in control. When I am riding, I feel as if I can overcome anything that life throws at me. There is truth in the saying that “if your image of yourself changes, so do your expectations of yourself and those of others around you.” Riding is a lifestyle and at last it is a place where I belong. Riding feels a little bit like opening oneself and connecting with your soul. Riding a motorcycle teaches you to let go and live a life that is more truthful than is comfortable and certainly more liberating. You get to create your own path and you get to write your own adventure. Road miles have a way of making you feel as if you are meeting yourself for the very first time. When it is just you and the road there is little choice but to accept the you that you are meeting and maybe come to appreciate who you really are. Life in the saddle has a way of making you concentrate on the great horizon ahead of you and you can more clearly identify the dreams worth chasing and the goals worth pursuing. You are literally completely exposed to the elements, there is no barrier between you and Mother Nature. You are totally vulnerable but at the same time, you feel strong and you feel free. Suddenly you have tapped into your (up to this point), untapped reservoir of inner power. The freedom of the road has helped to break down those self-imposed barriers and boundaries I so safely stayed behind. There comes a time in all journeys however that you must stand at a crossroads and you need to decide which way to turn to reach your final destination. That can look any one of many ways, a wreck, circumstances where you have to sell your bike, a voluntary but willing separation between you and your bike, as was my case. I knew the relationship that I had forged with my bike had to be broken or at least altered. The bottom line was, as a Christian I could not continue to look to my bike as the one that was giving me all these revelations. I could not continue to look to my motorcycle as my greatest source of happiness. I knew that I was looking to my motorcycle for things that I should have been looking to God to fulfill. So I made the decision to sell my bike. I gave it one month, the month that Sturgis Motorcycle Rally was going on and when literally tens of thousands of motorcycles are sold by the Harley Davidson Shop there. If my bike was going to have the best chance to sell, this was it. If it didn’t sell, it was certainly a God thing. I knew if I could leave my bike there and trust that God would either allow it to be sold or He would make it known to me that I had finally made the choice to accept all the blessings that He alone was offering me and realize that I no longer had to look to my motorcycle or the road to supply those things. Only when that happened could I start looking to my bike as a special blessing in and of itself, but a special blessing from Him. On the last day of the rally my husband took me to Black Hills Harley Davidson and I rode her back home where she belonged. Yes riding was and still is a special blessing to me. All the things I said about riding previously, still stand true. It is every bit all those things to me. However the special blessing my bike is to me does not come from the pile of metal that makes up my beautiful Honey colored motorcycle or the beautiful countryside it carries me through . It comes from God. The special blessing that God gives me as a female Christian rider, is that riding helps me to see clearly just how much God really does love me and how big a role He plays in my life. Riding is my path to the personal awareness of Him, the path that God so blatantly wants me to see. The special blessing God gives me in riding is understanding that the perfect partnership of power, strength, balance and momentum is with God, not my bike. He made the perfect partnership I have with him more apparent to me through riding. He comforted and flooded my heart with the knowledge that I do deserve this special blessing because He loves me for who I am and not in spite of who I am. When I pull up anywhere on my bike there is an often unspoken assumption that I am a women of strength simply because I ride a motorcycle. I certainly are stronger and more confident…….because I know God is in control. What makes me a biker for Christ is learning not only to grasp what God has shown me as I ride, but living it out every single minute of every single day. God is so good and so faithful. He has given me the sweetest gift by allowing me to ride for Him. What makes me a real biker is having the courage to ride consistently for the reasons He asks me to. What makes me a real Christian is accepting God for who He is and what He has done for me. Dottie ……………and so I ride



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