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A Ride to Change Your Life—Yes, Really!

What are you waiting for?

By Genevieve Schmitt, Editor
3/18/2011


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Calling all street riders: This summer there is an incredible opportunity to witness some amazing scenery and push yourself in ways that will expand your motorcycling horizons and your mental fortitude. The Progressive Adventure for the Cures 2011 is a 12-day dual-sport ride (wait, don’t stop reading) designed to expose to street riders to the beauty and adventure of off-road riding.

Incredible Alaskan views await that will surely help you put life back in perspective. (Photo courtesy of Karilea Rhea)
Incredible Alaskan views await that will surely help you put life back in perspective. (Photo courtesy of Karilea Rhea)

The ride is organized by Sue Slate and Gin Shear of the Women’s Motorcyclist Foundation (WMF), a nonprofit group that organizes rides to benefit charities, along with MotoQuest Tours, experts in Alaska motorcycle touring. It takes place August 6-18, 2011, and starts and ends in Anchorage, Alaska. It is open to women and men. Participants need to raise a minimum of $2,000, which will go to Susan G. Komen for the Cure. More details on how to sign up can be found at the end of this article.  

Here is a map of the route. Click to enlarge.
Here is a map of the route. Click to enlarge.

Sue Slate and Gin Shear (at right) of the Women’s Motorcyclist Foundation (WMF). Sue is a 63-year-old grandmother who can tear up the dirt trails—and she’s only been riding off-road for the last few years.
Sue Slate and Gin Shear (at right) of the Women’s Motorcyclist Foundation (WMF). Sue is a 63-year-old grandmother who can tear up the dirt trails—and she’s only been riding off-road for the last few years.

I went on one of WMF’s organized dual-sport rides in August 2009 and had an interesting and life-changing experience, one I think many women and men can relate to. Before you think “I could never do this dual-sport ride,” read my story here. You owe it to yourself. 

“Been there, done that.” I was saying that a lot when it came to planning activities around my motorcycle. Three years ago, I was burned out on motorcycle riding. I’d been working in motorcycling for a very long decade. When I was not writing about motorcycling, I was riding a motorcycle, and if I was not in my office talking motorcycles, I was traveling to an event to talk motorcycles. It was motorcycling 24/7. I’d been riding for almost 20 years and—dare I say—my enthusiasm was waning.

One way I helped alleviate my motorcycling malaise was by trading in my aged ’94 Dyna Low Rider for this new Street Glide in 2008. Here I am just outside Sturgis, S.D., with Diva Amy’s "Diva Glide" next to my bike. We rode to together that year.
One way I helped alleviate my motorcycling malaise was by trading in my aged ’94 Dyna Low Rider for this new Street Glide in 2008. Here I am just outside Sturgis, S.D., with Diva Amy’s "Diva Glide" next to my bike. We rode to together that year.

I needed a new challenge, something to jump-start my mental motorcycling battery. I needed to get excited, to stretch my motorcycling boundaries. I needed something to get my adrenaline pumping again. I could feel that daring side of me slowly escaping my midlife psyche. Parachute out of an airplane? Don’t think so. Climb Mt. McKinley? Not on your life. Jump off a cliff to go hang gliding? Yeah, right. These are all activities I’d have engaged in 10 years prior, but the aging, mature mind has a way of messing with your bold plans if you don’t get around to doing them when mortality is not even a thought in your brain.

In the fall of 2008, I was presented with the opportunity to participate in an eight-day dual-sport ride. “Dual-sport,” I wisecracked. “Isn’t that riding in the dirt where you have to wear all that safety gear?” The die-hard street rider in me immediately dismissed the notion of riding on a dusty trail where I’d get dirty. But a few days later I was talking with tour organizer Sue Slate about what the experience could mean to me on a larger level, and I realized this off-road adventure might just be what I needed to reignite the two-wheeled fire in me. 

Oh, boy … what am I getting myself into? Here I am on day one of our ride, getting acquainted with our bikes.
Oh, boy … what am I getting myself into? Here I am on day one of our ride, getting acquainted with our bikes.

I definitely had some trepidation about going on this dual-sport tour. The three occasions I’d been on a dirt bike were not thrilling enough to get me running out to buy one. Typical street rider, I am. I had not been able to get accustomed to the tires spinning out in the dirt beneath me. I like my ground hard and stable. I’d later learn that controlling the back wheel on soft ground is part of the off-road experience, and is what you eventually learn to master.  

Dual-sport tires are designed to grip dirt and sandy surfaces. The tire on the left is more street-oriented, but does work in dirt and gravel. The knobby tire on the right is a pure dirt tire.
Dual-sport tires are designed to grip dirt and sandy surfaces. The tire on the left is more street-oriented, but does work in dirt and gravel. The knobby tire on the right is a pure dirt tire.

Sue talked about riding over 12,000-foot mountain passes in Colorado (my second favorite state after my home state of Montana), venturing off the beaten path (something I can appreciate, living in Montana), staying in cute rustic lodges (I love rustic!), riding with 12 other women who are all street riders (hey, we’re all about women riders at Women Riders Now), getting a lesson on dual-sporting before hitting the trails (training before the ride, right on!) and most importantly, raising money for breast and gynecological cancers research. I could appreciate the philanthropic aspect of the ride, as I had been feeling like I should be giving back in a bigger way through my motorcycling life. Could this ride possibly be the medicine to mend my motorcycling malaise?

How could I resist views like this?
How could I resist views like this?

Solitude abounds: the perfect environment to readjust your priorities.
Solitude abounds: the perfect environment to readjust your priorities.

I signed up for what was called Adventure for the Cures Dirty Dozen Ride, taking place over eight days in Colorado in August 2009. Dirty Dozen because there were 12 women and we’d be riding in the dirt—and getting dirty. Boy, did we get dirty.

The Dirty Dozen, the 12 women who participated in the ride, plus one who rode when she was not on support crew duties. Each raised a minimum of $2,000 to participate. Thank you to my supporters, as well as those who donated to each of these rider's efforts.
The Dirty Dozen, the 12 women who participated in the ride, plus one who rode when she was not on support crew duties. Each raised a minimum of $2,000 to participate. Thank you to my supporters, as well as those who donated to each of these rider's efforts.

Wiping the dirt off my face, a daily ritual.
Wiping the dirt off my face, a daily ritual.

Dual-sport means the motorcycles are equipped to ride on dirt and pavement. The dirt trails are the reason for the ride; the pavement is just a way to get to and from those trails. 

Most of our 750-mile ride was on gravel trails like this one.
Most of our 750-mile ride was on gravel trails like this one.

The times we rode on pavement were to fuel up and to get to another trail.
The times we rode on pavement were to fuel up and to get to another trail.

The trails are where the fun and adventure happens. If you ride on trails in out-of-the-way places, like we did in the Colorado Rockies, you’ll find there are no other people around. Solitude abounds. 

Where else can you get photos like this than at 11,000 feet? My favorite photo of the ride, taken above Crested Butte, Colo., at the top of Paradise Divide.
Where else can you get photos like this than at 11,000 feet? My favorite photo of the ride, taken above Crested Butte, Colo., at the top of Paradise Divide.

The only way to get there is to ride, drive, or take a long hike.
The only way to get there is to ride, drive, or take a long hike.

Taking in the breathtaking scenery while having a girl bonding moment.
Taking in the breathtaking scenery while having a girl bonding moment.

This is the steep and narrow, but easy, gravel trail we climbed to get to the previous overlook. Sue, in the gray helmet, and Scott Agnew, one of our support crew, are looking at wildlife off in the distance.
This is the steep and narrow, but easy, gravel trail we climbed to get to the previous overlook. Sue, in the gray helmet, and Scott Agnew, one of our support crew, are looking at wildlife off in the distance.

I enjoy hiking and getting out into nature. Think of dual-sport as a way to hike to peaks and valleys in a much quicker turnaround period. What would take you two days to trek on foot could take you just one day to ride. 

You could hike this beautiful trail, or you could ride it on your dual-sport and take in many more views in a day like we did here.
You could hike this beautiful trail, or you could ride it on your dual-sport and take in many more views in a day like we did here.

After getting a day’s lesson on the fine art of riding a dual-sport motorcycle in gravel, dirt and sand from on-site instructors Andrea Beach and Bonnie Warch, owners of Southern California dirt-bike riding school Coach 2 Ride, we newly minted dual-sport riders embarked on pathways that would take us on everything from flat dirt roads to steep, gnarly, rocky, rutted one-track trails. 

Getting a lesson on standing on our pegs while riding. If interested in the 2011 ride, ask Sue about dual-sport training before the ride.
Getting a lesson on standing on our pegs while riding. If interested in the 2011 ride, ask Sue about dual-sport training before the ride.

Here I am riding on one of the easy trails. I don’t have photos of the gnarly ones, as I was too busy being nervous and falling.
Here I am riding on one of the easy trails. I don’t have photos of the gnarly ones, as I was too busy being nervous and falling.

Riding down from a vista point, slow and steady. Scott stands by the water to make sure we power through it without falling.
Riding down from a vista point, slow and steady. Scott stands by the water to make sure we power through it without falling.

I was OK on the flat gravel areas—heck, give me a hill or two to really get my blood pumping. It was the gravely, rutted routes and the sink-your-tires-in-deep sandy stuff that pushed me to the edge—literally, one time. I was in the wrong gear (second instead of first—yes, you ride in that low of a gear a lot of time) going up a steep, rutted-out road, and when I twisted the throttle too much, the surge of power sent the little 200cc motorcycle flying out from beneath me. VroooOOOmmm—I can remember it like it was yesterday, with me stumbling over onto the hard surface, witnessing the bike flying through the air over the uphill edge of the trail (versus down the hill), coming to rest in a twisted position in the brush. I was alone; the rest of the group was ahead of me because I was being a slowpoke. I stared at the bike in its contorted position and sighed. Ho hum. I was OK. I didn’t get hurt. You can be OK when you “crash” a dual-sport because you’re wearing proper safety gear and usually going slow. Crashes are usually just mishaps from which you can recover quickly. However, I had not yet mastered the skill of maneuvering a fallen bike down from a hillside riddled with logs and rocks on my own. You eventually learn how to do that. I was going to have to wait until someone came back to assist me.

A few minutes later, Andrea rolled down the hill on her dual-sport and helped me right my bike, easing it back down onto the steep, rocky trail. I was too shaken to steady the bike enough on the narrow, slick rock surface to straddle it and continue riding it up the hill, so pint-sized Andrea hopped on that high-suspension motorcycle and zoomed up the rest of the trail like she was riding on pavement. My bruised ego and me hoofed it up the remainder of the way. 

Andrea to the rescue: Little Andrea Beach came to rescue me when I couldn’t upright the bike. She’s a spitfire on these dual-sports.
Andrea to the rescue: Little Andrea Beach came to rescue me when I couldn’t upright the bike. She’s a spitfire on these dual-sports.

Here’s where another of my mishaps took place—in this mud puddle. See me looking down into the puddle. Well, you go where you look, right? That’s where I went. It wasn’t pretty. I got back up though, and rode through the puddle again, the right way with my eyes focused on where I wanted to go.
Here’s where another of my mishaps took place—in this mud puddle. See me looking down into the puddle. Well, you go where you look, right? That’s where I went. It wasn’t pretty. I got back up though, and rode through the puddle again, the right way with my eyes focused on where I wanted to go.

I was not wearing my elbow pads that day, and look what happened—the start of a bruise. We’re not invincible. From that day forward, I wore my elbow pads.
I was not wearing my elbow pads that day, and look what happened—the start of a bruise. We’re not invincible. From that day forward, I wore my elbow pads.

This dual-sport ride took me to places I didn’t want to go at my age, and to places in my head I’d been shying away from, quite frankly. Falling off the bike, stalling out the bike, being in the “slow” group—these things all made me feel defeated and beaten down. I didn’t like that feeling, so I’d been avoiding activities in the last few years that made me feel that way. I knew what I was capable of, so that’s about all I had been doing—staying within my own little shrinking comfort zone. 

I love wide-open spaces like this one. Provides my heart and soul with a sense of much-needed freedom from the confines of life that bog us down. This ride started getting me back in touch with what’s important in life.
I love wide-open spaces like this one. Provides my heart and soul with a sense of much-needed freedom from the confines of life that bog us down. This ride started getting me back in touch with what’s important in life.

On this ride, my body took a bit of a beating, but it was nothing some ice, ibuprofen and a few bandages couldn’t fix. What was aching most was my ego, that stupid vanity-producing Freudian part of our psyche that gets us into trouble more with ourselves than others most of the time. “C’mon, Genevieve, get over it,” I kept demanding of myself. The other riders, who were also falling off their motorcycles, were reassuring me that falling is part of riding in the dirt. But why was I feeling so crappy inside?

I’ll tell you why. I’d done a lot of things in motorcycling, and I got good at a lot of it. I accomplished what I set out to do and did those things quite successfully. Riding in the dirt, something I’d avoided all this time, was pushing me beyond my comfort zone, forcing me to dig deep and muster up the strength and courage to get back on the bike despite the bruised ego. 

My body is strong. I make a point of keeping it strong, part of how I’m fighting the aging process. But my mind, which had started getting lazy and complacent in the last few years, needed a kick in the you-know-what. Mental is what keeps us going when the physical is on the brink of failing. Mental is what keeps people alive in dire situations. Mental is what’s needed when we feel like giving up—or giving in. I was getting mad and disgusted with my performance, and my bruised ego was feeding that destructive cycle. I needed to get a grip, quit with the egotistical thoughts and find joy in all that I was accomplishing.

I’m a dual-sport rider! Riding a Yamaha TW 200.
I’m a dual-sport rider! Riding a Yamaha TW 200.

Twenty months later, I’ve obviously moved past all of this so that I can articulate how I was feeling and be honest about it. I realize, too, that this is how many women riders feel when they take up street riding for the first time. I have a whole section on Women Riders Now about failing the MSF class and getting back in the saddle despite feelings of defeat, as well as falling off the motorcycle, dropping the motorcycle and all the other actions that make women adopt self-defeating attitudes and give up far too early. 

Like a lot of women these days, I’m hard on myself. I’m quick to criticize when I struggle with something. But as I’ve reached middle age (isn’t that what they call the mid-40s?), I realize that instead of being critical of myself—which can be so self destructive—I should celebrate my accomplishments and find peace in them, instead of using them as a stepping stone to push myself unnecessarily to achieve more and be better. Constantly striving to be better never gets you anywhere because you just keep wanting to top yourself—you can never enjoy being present in the moment of your accomplishment or appreciate being really good at what you do. Get what I mean?

So if you’re feeling like me, dual-sport riding may be just what you need to get excited about life and infuse you with a renewed sense of yourself. Consider the Progressive Adventure for the Cures 2011 with Sue Slate and Gin Shear, two of the most amazing, selfless, endearing women you’ll ever meet in motorcycling. With those two at the helm of the pack, you can never go wrong. To find out more about the WMF, visit WomensMotorcyclistsFoundation.org. To learn how to sign up, send an email to Sue Slate at wmfginsue@aol.com

When’s the last time you literally slept under the stars? Jasmine Bluecreek Clark and I ditched the tent one night to sleep under the celestial ceiling. We saw lots of shooting stars and I expanded my horizon a little bit more.
When’s the last time you literally slept under the stars? Jasmine Bluecreek Clark and I ditched the tent one night to sleep under the celestial ceiling. We saw lots of shooting stars and I expanded my horizon a little bit more.

The Dirty Dozen:
Shelby Summers and Neda Skific-Lee, the youngest riders.
Shelby Summers and Neda Skific-Lee, the youngest riders.

Amy Holland, editor of Friction Zone magazine, photographed our ride.
Amy Holland, editor of Friction Zone magazine, photographed our ride.

Karen Kime, a gentle soul.
Karen Kime, a gentle soul.

Carolyn Ficklin, the tough girl of the group.
Carolyn Ficklin, the tough girl of the group.

Darrell Drew and Alisa Clickenger in matching BMW outfits. Alisa was one of our support riders.
Darrell Drew and Alisa Clickenger in matching BMW outfits. Alisa was one of our support riders.

Me with Jasmine Bluecreek Clark. We became buddies on this ride.
Me with Jasmine Bluecreek Clark. We became buddies on this ride.

Peg Preble and Tina Sanders, the quiet ones of the group.
Peg Preble and Tina Sanders, the quiet ones of the group.

Cindy Fata kept us laughing. Cindy is raising money to go on the 2011 ride. <a href="http://www.info-komen.org/site/TR/Events/HeadquartersSite?pxfid=156930&fr_id=1120&pg=fund" target="_blank">Click here</a> to donate.
Cindy Fata kept us laughing. Cindy is raising money to go on the 2011 ride. Click here to donate.

Mary Taylor is Shelby’s mother, making them the only mother/daughter team on the ride.
Mary Taylor is Shelby’s mother, making them the only mother/daughter team on the ride.

 
Our Support Crew:
Diane Ortiz, owner of Big Apple Motorcycle School, cooked some delicious meals for us.
Diane Ortiz, owner of Big Apple Motorcycle School, cooked some delicious meals for us.

Roy and Shirley Anderson, great navigators and support-vehicle drivers.
Roy and Shirley Anderson, great navigators and support-vehicle drivers.

Scott Agnew and Dan Patino helped with navigating those back trails.
Scott Agnew and Dan Patino helped with navigating those back trails.


I was asked to be part of the Dirty Dozen so I could write about it and inspire other street riders to consider dual-sporting. I hope I’ve done that with my story. Here are some more facts about our ride I feel are important to share: 

1. The Dirty Dozen could not have happened without the generous support of our sponsors. BMW, Buell, Fay Myers dealership in Colorado, Harley-Davidson, American Honda, Kawasaki and Yamaha graciously provided the motorcycles used by the riders and staff. Progressive Insurance, the presenting sponsor for all WMF programs, assisted financially. 

2. The Dirty Dozen women raised more than $40,000, which was donated to two organizations: the Gynecologic Cancer Foundation and the Dr. Susan Love Research Foundation. Canadian Dirty Dozer Rider Neda Skific-Lee raised another $3,000-plus on behalf of the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation. The grand total raised surpassed the group’s fund-raising goal by $18,000.

3. Since 1996, WMF has been hosting rides to eradicate breast cancer. For the 2009 ride, WMF began addressing research needs for other gynecologic cancers, especially ovarian cancer. To help keep the riders focused on the mission of the ride, at the end of each riding day, a short, symbolic medallion pass ceremony takes place with a four-piece horseshoe medallion at the center of it. 

Four riders carried one of the four medallion pieces shown here assembled with them on the ride that day. Each piece represents survivors and those dealing with cancer.
Four riders carried one of the four medallion pieces shown here assembled with them on the ride that day. Each piece represents survivors and those dealing with cancer.

During the daily medallion pass ceremony, the incoming medallion pass team first assembles the medallion, reminding the group of the united front it will take to beat cancer into the history books. Then each piece is placed around the necks of four new riders, symbolizing the individual battles courageously waged at a very personal level by those in the throes of fighting cancer.

The medallion pass is a very intimate ceremony that makes these WMF rides so special. You can read more about this <a href="http://womensmotorcyclistfoundation.org/adventure-for-the-cures.html" target="_blank=">here</a>.
The medallion pass is a very intimate ceremony that makes these WMF rides so special. You can read more about this here.

4. Statistics indicate that one in eight women will be diagnosed with breast cancer. Over the few months following the conclusion of our ride, two of the Dirty Dozen riders were diagnosed with breast cancer. Both had treatment, survived and are doing fine today.


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Reader Comments


I am a 64-year-old cancer survivor. Stage lll ovarian September of 2012, now in remission. To motivate myself toward the future I bought a Kawasaki KLR 650. I have never ridden. But I am taking the TEAM Oregon class. And I have friends who ride all the time who are willing to patient with me. I have been working out to regain the strength and energy lost to chemo. I have always been strong and healthy so even after the cancer I am hoping I can ride this bike on the OBDR or part of it in late July. I would very much like to hear from women over 50 who are in a similar stage of life where they are taking on a significant challenge. Or from inexperienced riders who are also at the beginning of this journey.

Diane Millican
Salem, OR
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Please keep me in the loop for a ride like this for the summer of 2012. Wish I had known about it in Nov. 2010 when I was looking for a challenge. Since I could not find anything, I decided to just ride my Triumph Bonneville coast to coast alone, but I am very interested in your ride for July or August of 2012. am a teacher and have to plan using those dates.

Madeline
Worcester, MA
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Editor Response
The best way to keep "in the loop" on these kinds of rides is to sign up for the WRN Newsletter so that you are the first to know when we post a story announcing this. There is are several links on the home page to do sign up. Look for the box that says sign up.
Genevieve Schmitt
Where do I sign up for a ride?

Christine Thomas
chesapeake, VA
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Editor Response
Email Sue Slate at wmfginsue@aol.com. The link is at the end of the article.
Genevieve Schmitt
This is so inspiring! Thank you for sharing this story of an amazing ride and all the emotions that go along with it. I think we can all relate to it in some area of our lives!

Katy Wood
Pickerington, OH
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
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