While planning our visit to California, the guy and I decided it would be fun and completely weather appropriate to rent a motorcycle for our big day of LA sightseeing aka me showing him all of my favorite places in the city. His motorcycle has been in storage all winter and I think we were both pretty excited to get back on one. So last Monday morning we jumped on a Triumph, rode through Hollywood, stopped for some blood orange lemonade at EchoPark lake, made a detour through downtown, had lunch and pastries at Figaro Bistro on Vermont St, stopped in to Skylight Books, then ended the day with a trip up to the Conservatory and a ride down through Bronson Canyon in Los Feliz. It was magical to say the least. There is something absolutely thrilling about navigating a city in that way. Being so close to everything and really feeling your surroundings. Scary at times, but thrilling.
Needless to say, I definitely have the motorcycle bug ( sorry Mom and Dad!) and have been really interested in women and motorcycle culture. Because girls on bikes, totally badass right? Right. Which is why I internally lost it when I came across the wonderful La Motocyclette publication by Ccooll which is essentially twenty beautiful pages of "real stories and images from the new wave of women motorcycle riders; to inspire and empower fellow and future adventure-seeking motorcyclists."
Inspired? Check. Empowered? Double Check.
And then a day after reading La Motocyclette, in true serendipitous internet fashion I came across a post on Miss Moss that was all about women motorcyclist in the 1940s photographed by Loomis Dean for Life Magazine. At a time when women wearing pants was seen as scandalous these woman were racing motorcyles and being, well, total badasses:
So, ladies out there riding motorcycles, any advice for a girl looking to start? I'd love to hear your stories!