Because some of you have asked for it, here are some pictures and the speech that I read out to the folks at Michigan’s Capitol Hill!
Good morning! Throttle Gals magazine has been a dream of mine for several years, although the idea has taken many different shapes over the years. It started out as an idea for a column in a male oriented magazine, featuring women in the industry, and transisted to an idea for a coffee-table style book, an internet magazine, and finally to a printed publication. One day, my husband Steve suggested that I just move forward with this idea of the magazine, and see what happens. Trish Horstman, a very close friend of mine was eager to jump on board and share her artistic influence and creative writing styles with the project. Trish and I both had similar upbringings. One of the main background similarities we have is that there was always a motorcycle in our life. For the first seven years of my life, my family lived in New Orleans area of Louisiana. We didn’t always have a car, but we always had a motorcycle. My earliest memories include helping out in the family bike shop; cleaning spokes, sweeping, and other jobs that dad could find for me to keep busy.
Growing up, most of the women in the group I was surrounded by rode behind the guys. My mom was one of the only women I can remember who drove her own bike, and rode next to my dad, not on the back seat. In the last five years, there has been over a 30% increase in female bike owners, and cycle endorsements. The average age for a woman motorcyclist is 42, showing that all women of all ages are branching out into the world of wind in your hair, and freedom on the road. Many of the women I speak with agree that when you are out on the bike, you have freedom from the rest of the world. The laundry, the office, children, schedules, meetings, phone calls, and other stresses dissipate when you are on the road. I think the busier we as a culture become, the more inclined we are to leave the daily grind into a world of solace. When you are on a bike, there can be no distractions, as it can create an extremely dangerous situation, in a matter of moments.
One of the trends I have noticed in the regular car world is texting. Add this into the multi-tasking culture of today, with cell phones, laptops, and other distractions in a car, and you have a very high potential of disaster, especially when a biker is not seen by the driver of the other vehicle. One of our jobs is to constantly drive on the defensive. I was trained to always assume the people around me don’t see me. Look twice when crossing an intersection to be sure a car isn’t running the red light, and never drag race the green light. The intersecting traffic may not have stopped. The scariest thing for me as a car driver is when a motorcycle comes flying around me on the freeway, and I didn’t know they were there until they passed around me. One of my biggest fears is that I won’t see them, merge to the next lane, and take out a fellow biker who is driving offensively, speeding, and splitting lanes. As a motorcycle rider, I use signals, hand if needed, lights if available, and make sure I have eye contact in my mirrors before merging in front of another vehicle. I look for escape routes in every situation, whether it is a shoulder, center lane, or if there isn’t one. These dictate some of my other decisions. I may choose to remain in a slow moving lane in rush hour, if there isn’t a safe way to merge into a faster one. I watch for road conditions; wet, possibly from a spill or flood, even on a dry day. I watch for gravely conditions, and other obstacles to anticipate how I may have to use my braking system for a safe stop. For instance, on a wet road, I find it is better to use your rear brake more, on a dry road, I use both evenly.
Proper apparel is a must. It is much better to wear safe clothes that can protect you in the instance of an accident, than for a fashion statement to be made. When we lived in New Orleans, my mom hit a pothole that damaged her front end, causing her to go down at highway speeds. Thankfully, my dad had convinced her to wear her full leathers, on top of jeans. When her body came to a stop on the highway, she was able to walk away from the crash. Her leathers and jeans wore through to her skin, but she only suffered minor road rash compared to what would have happened had she not been wearing proper gear. If she had been wearing shorts and tennis shoes, her fate may not have been the same.
I believe it is my job, as owner of Throttle Gals magazine, to use my pages to promote amazing women in the motorsports hobby, as well as to illustrate and promote safety in our culture. Trish and I want others to join us in the ride of life, arm in arm, and arriving safely together.
Thank you.

