Co-Founder, Worse for Wear
I learned to ride a motorcycle in 1997. My ex would pick me up from work on the back of his BMW R65 and we’d go for a ride. Eventually, I grew tired of being a passenger and wanted a bike of my own.
After searching around town for a few weeks, I found the perfect rat bike parked on the front lawn of a ramshackle house down the street from my apartment – a rusty black ‘82 Suzuki GS450L. It had just over 30,000 miles on it, gummed-up carbs, and a huge rust hole in the bottom of one of its trumpet-shaped tailpipes. But it was only $300, so it was perfect. I paid cash for it and I started learning to ride that weekend.
I rode that bike everywhere – to work, shopping, day trips, and weekend jaunts in the southern Ohio countryside. I even spent the winter cleaning it up before riding season began again – sneaking it up to my 6th floor apartment via the elevator and parking it in the living room over the winter. I took it apart and cleaned it piece by piece in the kitchen. The cats were afraid of the bike at first, but soon began to treat it like any other piece of furniture. I’d come home from work and catch them napping on the seat or draped luxuriously across the handlebars.
I taught plenty of friends to ride on that Suzuki, including some of my best girlfriends. There weren’t many women riding in Cincinnati at the time, so I took it upon myself to help grow the community.
20 years later and my passion for the women’s motorcycling community is stronger than ever. Creating a business that caters to our underserved demographic in this sport is something I felt I had to do. And with my background in sewing and design, building our own factory from the ground up to manufacture women’s motorcycle in Richmond, Virginia seemed like a logical next step. I was getting too much sleep at night, anyway.