It's such a different feeling, stepping out of the back door, wearing my motorcycle jacket, carrying a helmet and gloves. I feel strong and confident and somehow extremely kickass. It's sort of silly, but at the same time, I enjoy that feeling. I think part of it is that I'm going alone. While I didn't mind waiting for darkwolfie to ride with me, while he watched my skills solidify, it feels so good to know that he trusts me to go alone.
I hope I never get blasé about this. I hope I always appreciate how lucky I am to be able to do this. I don know that every time I pull into the driveway, I feel like the luckiest girl ever.