What’s it like being a female rider?

As mentioned in my first post, my experiences as a female rider are very different to male riders including my significant other (SO).

There are not a lot of female motorcyclists compared to males – most rides I have been on the females are pillions. I tell them to get on the front it’s so much more fun. If you are a single lady, get into riding because the male to female ration is 20:1. I like them odds.

When I did my RE licence in July 2017, the instructor said there are only around 5% women which sounds about what I see at gatherings as well.

People are super impressed when they find out I ride. Not so much that my SO does even though he taught me to ride after riding since he was a teenager. I often kick myself it took me so long to learn!

Gear is especially pitiful … pink, purple or white appear to be our only options besides black. Don’t get me started on butterfly and frangipani designs either. Most women I meet who ride are cool as fuck, way beyond the realm of pink and purple butterflies anyway.

One of my funniest moments, sitting at the lights in the city for a pedestrian crossing. Young chap is gawking at me as he crosses and when he almost gets to the other side says “Are you a girl?” … “Nah I’m a woman” … calls me a fucken smart arse and continues on his way. If I recorded my voice while riding, it would be full of sniggering and prolific swearing 😬

It’s great to be a woman who rides however I have left most of the female riding groups on FB that I joined – one meet up I went to as a first timer with the group, no one spoke to me for 45 mins. So I went right as they all went left, headed home never so disappointed in the sisterhood as that day.

As a female rider – I know it’s says Lady Rider Brisbane but the Lady part could not be further from the truth – I’m a bit of a hoon. I prefer riding with males because I want to play and watch silly buggers. I want to participate in technical talk about bikes and riding. I want to learn how to do stupid shit. Can’t wheelie to save myself. Have had the front wheel up a couple times by accident … best four inches of my life (sorry lover!).

I might have whacked a mirror one time where an imbecile driver was up my ass not in the good way, if there is a good way, ahem. I changed lanes to let him pass and he yelled out “stupid little bitch” so I blasted past and smacked his passenger mirror back before filtering away quickly.

My filtering skills are sweet as hell. I’m really only good at one thing and this is it. A male co-worker who also rides said he saw me one morning going to work. I thought he meant went past me while filtering and I secretly thought “not fucking likely mate” lol. My bad, he meant I zipped past him in heavy traffic … I didn’t even register him so probably not going 30kms/hr as I should have been. When I see the sign Queues Ahead my sphincter does a little dance, my favourite thing about riding so far is filtering.

Male riders on super sport bikes throw down the challenge to me at the lights as if a poxy LAMS bike is gonna blow their arses away on any given day 🙄🙄🙄. I don’t usually lose at the lights anyway as my launch is supreme even on Lil Boop I do alright for myself. If you’re winning the first 10-15 metres the rest is irrelevant. That’s what I tell myself anyway.

Commented about it on social media. To which I got slagged off left, right and centre by the typical chauvinistic, misogynist pigs that abound how I ‘have tickets on myself’ or ‘stick to KFC’ fat comment. LOL just in case I hadn’t seen myself in a mirror lately or thought as a woman / fat woman I had a right to speak. Nawww the poor little woman, go make us a sandwich will ya.

Blue = males, red = females, green = my cheeky mouth that will surely have me beaten up one day.