A good friend of mine at that time in my life went with me to the Harley shop where I purchased my first bike, a brand-new, shiny red 1993 Sportster. I was on my way.
There was only one thing standing between my new motorcycle and me, I didn't know how to ride it home. Luckily, my friend volunteered to get it home for me and parked it in my garage. I enrolled in the class that was taught by the CHP and eventually used that Sportster to pass the riding test to get my motorcycle license.
I quickly outgrew that bike and stepped up to a black 1994 FXLR. That bike was beautiful. I was pretty nervous about riding due to the weight of the bike. It seemed so big and heavy at the time. But it didn't take long to master. I began hanging out with guys from L.A., all of whom were bikers. They had the coolest bikes, all custom, and no stock bikes for them. I soon felt the pressure to keep up. Pretty soon after that I met my future husband, Grady Pfeiffer. Grady was way into bikes as well, not just riding but actually modifying and building, needless to say, I soon had the best looking FXR around.
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