I received an email from my dear friend Bob the other day sharing a magazine for Women Adventure Riders called Traction Erag. I was intrigued, read some of the articles posted by the women and decided to send them an email to see if I could post an article. Lo and behold, they responded very interested in my story. I was ecstatic. The editor named Dallas sent me their requirements, super nice guy and wonderful attitude, very inspiring. He asked if I could submit an article answering these questions versus the topic I suggested.
I pondered at the questions. Spent a few days excited about the opportunity to share my story in such a wonderful magazine. Sat down and drew up my little chart as I was taught many moons ago in high school.
- How did this happen?
- How did you turn into the person you are?
- How did you become interested in motorcycles?
- How did you learn to ride?
- The last one was "etc....." which I interpreted that I could write anything I wanted as long as it answered the questions.
I pondered at the questions. Spent a few days excited about the opportunity to share my story in such a wonderful magazine. Sat down and drew up my little chart as I was taught many moons ago in high school.
Scheduled to spend this past Sunday drafting a blog post to share with you via their magazine. I was ready to lock myself as I usually do and allow my gears to flow while the keyboards throttle remained open keying a magical story. THEN, I decided to spend the day preparing Fred (my Yamaha XT250) for the world tour. While doing so, I realized that I was procrastinating to write the story with the topic selected by Dallas. I realized that I cannot write about myself. I can write event stories and adventures, sometimes I can write about certain feelings, but truly, not details at that level required to answer the questions Dallas requested. I started thinking that everyone writes stories like that, they share how the motorcycle made them who they are, they share about how they found themselves while on an adventure, I felt as if they are starving for attention so they use the medium of the Traction Erag magazine to gain attention.
I am none of those, "I am who I am". I am a woman who is not starving for attention. I am a woman who loves to ride her motorcycle extreme distances to experience life away from the daily hustle and bustle. I am a woman who loves her motorcycles. I am a woman who loves the solitude with the sound of the safety of her motorcycle's engine.
I am none of those, "I am who I am". I am a woman who is not starving for attention. I am a woman who loves to ride her motorcycle extreme distances to experience life away from the daily hustle and bustle. I am a woman who loves her motorcycles. I am a woman who loves the solitude with the sound of the safety of her motorcycle's engine.
"I am an established Adventuress".
I am a woman who is torn apart. I am a woman who is sometimes a mess and cannot share those feelings with anyone; thus, the solo riding to clear my mind from all those feelings. I am a woman who is sometimes scared about what I am planning to do starting the first week of March, 2017 by embarking on a world tour. I am a woman who loves her family. "I am a strong proud woman".
As a result, I've decided to allow an incredible young woman named Brandi Carlile tell "My Story" with her song she entitled "The Story". Her words touch me deep in my heart. I want to thank Brandi for writing and singing such a beautiful song inspiring me to share her. I hope her words inspire you and help you understand "Me" a little more and answer Dallas' question, "How did this happen?". I have decided not to write for the magazine.
Here are the lyrics to that song that I copied from this website: https://play.google.com/music/preview/Ta3hlbiknhjlrddqcbracpkdooy?lyrics=1&utm_source=google&utm_medium=search&utm_campaign=lyrics&pcampaignid=kp-lyrics
Lyrics to "The Story"
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
Oh yeah, well it's true... that
I was made for you......
I will continue sharing my stories via my blog posts, for now, enjoy Brandi's beautiful song. This is the link to her song if you missed it above: https://youtu.be/o8pQLtHTPaI. Yes, I will give up the opportunity to share my story in such a wonderful magazine with a large audience (my loss) - perhaps it is not the time for such sharing, not today. Sometimes life is not all about yourself, sometimes life is about sharing other women who write beautiful lyrics to inspire all of us.
"Let's see what the road has to offer, as it always defines my destiny" - Missrider.
Lyrics to "The Story"
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
Oh yeah, well it's true... that
I was made for you......
I will continue sharing my stories via my blog posts, for now, enjoy Brandi's beautiful song. This is the link to her song if you missed it above: https://youtu.be/o8pQLtHTPaI. Yes, I will give up the opportunity to share my story in such a wonderful magazine with a large audience (my loss) - perhaps it is not the time for such sharing, not today. Sometimes life is not all about yourself, sometimes life is about sharing other women who write beautiful lyrics to inspire all of us.
"Let's see what the road has to offer, as it always defines my destiny" - Missrider.
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