My Story on the Cure for Lupus Web Site

For nearly a decade my life has consisted of rumbling chrome dragons that breath hot exhaust that is a sweeter scent than any flower, for it also carries the scent of freedom, wind, laughter, tears, and memories. Probably thousands of these amazing memories flood my brain as I try to choose the parts that best portray my life, and who I am. I guess the best way to describe it is recently I had a conversation with my husband, when he was first contemplating learning to ride with me … He said, “I guess you will always be a biker’s girl.” 

I answered, “No, honey, I will always be a biker.”