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Road Angels by Shirley Dicks

The women of the nineties can still be professional women, doctors, lawyers, teachers, engineers, accountants, clerks, cashiers, home-makers, mothers, grandmothers, and they can still step outside, throw a leg over a bike and  take off cross country.   Road Angels will take you across the country and takes a look at the women who ride motorcycles and why.     To read more,     www.roadangels.org 

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How far would you go to save your child’s life? Would you write hot checks, sell your home, attempt a-jail break - be on the run for a year with two young children?    This mother did.    To read an excerpt and order,  watch the trailer     www.amotherstorment.com   

 

My beautiful bike.  I had lights installed all down the back and the tank of it so at night it lit up like a Christmas tree.
My name is Shirley Dicks and it wasn't until I was fifty seven that I first got on a motorcycle.  I loved it but crashed while I was learning so broke my ankle for the second time and my left shoulder.

I didn't let that stop me though and once the cast was off my ankle I bought my own bike, a 96 yellow Honda magna.  I had to have a heel toe shifter kit as my left ankle had been fused together many years ago after  I had broken everything in it.  Because it wouldn't bend, it made it very hard to shift but with the toe heel shifter, I was able to do so easily.

I wished I had learned to ride during my younger years but I was busy with life, raising my four kids, working to make ends meet and having holidays at my parent's house.  We'd moved to Ashville, NC in the early 70's due to my fathers health and all of us settled down.  All but one brother who went back to NH where we're originally from because his wife's family lived there as well.

I have three brothers and one sister, all younger than I am and they all have their own families with grandkids and great grandkids.  How the years fly by so fast.  I had moved to Tennessee in 1980  

My daughter Tina who is on the cover of the book.  She lives in NC.

My youngest brother had moved to Tennessee with his daughter but most of the others lived in NC.  Roger rides a Harley and when my son Trevor was old enough he also bought a motorcycle.  I still wasn't interested in riding and so the years passed on until I went riding on the back of my brother in laws Gold Wing.  

It was a comfortable ride and I liked it.  Really well, but I didn't want to ride on the back of anyone else's bike.  I wanted my own and so I asked him to teach me on one of his older bikes.  Good thing to as that was the one I crashed while going around the corner.  The grass was wet and I went too close to it and skidded.  I didn't know enough to put my feet down or try and lay it down easily so I went into a fence with it. 

 

After that there was no stopping me and as soon as I learned enough to feel comfortable on the road, he let me ride his.  But I still wanted my own bike so I bought an older purple Magna.  I liked the fit of it, could put my feet on the ground easily and so I rode whenever I could, starting a female riding group called, Road Angels.  The local Honda place let us hold meetings at the shop and when I moved to Beechgrove, they took it over.

Since I had written other books that were published, I decided to write one on women who rode and called it Road Angels.  What else.  In it I put a lot of information on riding for the new rider as well as stories from the ladies themselves who rode.  Each had a different story to tell, some were new riders and some had been riding for many years.  Plus I had put in humor in it for those who like to laugh....and photos of the riders. 

My youngest daughter Laurie.  She doesn't ride by herself but on the back.

 Since I was old, I decided to put a photo of my beautiful daughter on the cover. I'd given her my old bike when I bought the bright new yellow one.  Then my arthritis started to really hit and I began to be unable to have the strength to do the shifters or hold the bike up very well and Since I needed a car because my van had broken down, I needed the money to buy one and so I had to sell it.  I was sixty six by then and it was getting harder to walk but I hated so much to lose my bike.  I decided that if I ever hit the lottery I'd buy me a Trike.  I figured I could hold one of those up.

My youngest son Trevor just before being killed in a car crash

My oldest son Jeff and myself years ago before he was killed

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 FROM: Kate's Wonderful Son, Big Rob
A BIKERS LIFE 
 
  I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.  But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.    I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.      But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant.  But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.    I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by.  But you didn't see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children.  But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.  I saw you stare at my long hair.   But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.    I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves.   But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none. 

I saw you look in fright at my tattoos.  But you didn't see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart.     I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.    But you didn't see me going home to be with my family.   I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.   But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you yelling at your kids in the car.   But you didn't see me pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.    I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.    But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.  I saw you race down the road in the rain.   But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.  But you didn't see me trying to turn right       I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.  But you didn't see me leave the road.   I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.   But you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you go home to your family.   But you didn't see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off.    I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.

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