“PS. I am an Widowed old lady now. Been riding for 49 years.”
We have 2 SIL’s who were/are avid bike riders, and they are approaching 80 age wise.
Both had their own Harley Hogs and rode with their husbands, on single bikes and sometimes on 2 bikes. They took vacations with other bikers in the spring and fall.
About 10 years ago the SIL and her hubby were riding his bike near their town at a night. About a half mile out of town a huge buck deer jumped onto the road ahead of them.
The hubby missed the deer and put his wife, him and their hog into a ditch. He and she do not remember going into the ditch.
Fortunately for them the owner of the one gasoline station had waved at them as they zoomed by him. When he stopped hearing their bike and some muffled noises, he got on his bike and went toward the last sound. Their Bike was a mess, the hubby had a broken collar bone and a fractured helmet.
The bike fell on her and broke her hip. It took a couple of surgeries and a couple of years recovery.
Now, they ride an adult trike. That was a promise to their grown daughters and grand kids.
They still don’t remember crashing, just trying avoid the deer.
The deer was not hit and apparently went into a cornfield on the other side of the road.
Bambi’s Mom can be a Killer!
My late hubby and I used to go to DC from Boston every year for Rolling Thunder. Often, we would ride in the Parade, attend the rally, and ten go riding to some nearby Civil War Battlefields or even out to West Virginia or the Blue Ridge Parkway. He had a big FLH Ultra which was comfortable, but unable to keep up with my scooter. I always had to ride lead anyway, because I inherited my sense of direction from my First Nation Ancesters, and he inherited his from Moses. (That was a running joke with us, as Moses took 40 years to do a journey that could have taken a few weeks at most.) :-)
I loved that man. RIP.