It’s just too damn hot!

It’s too hot to ride. You have to sweat your way through the valley to get to the mountains where it gets a little cooler with altitude.

At least we have the mountains. How do you guys ride your bikes in Texas or Arizona? Is it even possible? I have a wet-vest that I would use if I were to be out riding. It’s like a personal A/C system for about an hour. Then you’re all dry again and have to stop and soak the vest.

But that is one pleasant hour though!

Dirt-biking isn’t even on the radar right now. Dusty and hot and no way to escape the heat in the valley where most trails are. 4-wheeling isn’t that much fun either. You have to have the top on (the jeep), all windows closed and the A/C blasting.

So today I’m staying inside with the A/C on. Thinking about that winter is on its way and how great this one will be compared to the three crappy winters we just suffered through.

Today is a good day to plan for the winter. What sled should we get my son, if his other one sells? What modifications, if any, should I do to my sled? What mountain should I conquer this winter that I haven’t conquered yet?

Stuff like this keeps me cool today.

How to stay a woman while riding like a man

I’ve always liked being the odd woman out. Like when I was the only female roadracer among hundreds of men. I liked that a lot.

It’s not about getting all the attention just because I’m a woman. It’s about being good at whatever I do thanks to being a woman! And then get attention for being good at it.

My strength on the racetrack was that I was smooth. While the guys wrestled their bikes around, I didn’t have the strength to do that and had to be smarter than them about my line and technique. Then again, sometimes I just had to out-brake them — they really didn’t like when I passed them bouncing on my front wheel from braking just a smither later than they did… Those were the days.

That’s probably why I’m so into snowmobiling these days. It’s mostly me and a bunch of guys. And I’m pretty good at it. And it’s the same here, I don’t have a man’s strength and weight, instead I have to manipulate the snowmobile by transferring my weight and work the throttle to get it to do what I want. Which doesn’t always work, but it’s usually pretty close 😉

Lukas, killin' it on the sled. Photo by Rafal Bogowolski
Lukas, killin’ it on the sled. Photo by Rafal Bogowolski

If you need proof, just look at my 13-year old son. He weighs 100 lbs and his 415 lbs snowmobile doesn’t even know he’s on it. Until he starts using the throttle and body position — he can get that sled to go where and how he wants it.

To me, it’s cool to be a woman being good at what’s traditionally called “a man’s sport.” And at this day in time, most guys are OK with it and some even ask for tips when they understand I have a lot of experience.

Hanna-Bernard-003What I DON’T have, that guys often have, is the ability to “switch off” my brains. That’s when you go crazy and are going to be first, fastest, baddest or whatever, no matter what.

That’s why there’s always guys doing these incredibly stupid “don’t try this at home” kind of stunts that you see in videos on FB. Us ladies would never even consider doing that stupid sh**.

However, I have NO PROBLEM playing the “help me, I’m a woman” card whenever I get a flat or need help turning my dirt bike right-side-up. We don’t want to break our nails, do we?

Riding with your child

I promote enjoying your favorite horse-powered toy together with your child of any age. I did and I still do.

When my son Lukas was too young to ride by himself, he rode in-front or behind me on my snowmobile, motorcycle or ATV. I think that gave him a much better understanding of what it takes to ride safely and how to approach various obstacles.

Today, at age 12, Lukas is an awesome little rider with great throttle control and the ability to plan ahead no matter what vehicle he’s on.

My number 1 goal when riding with my son is and has always been his safety. 

Lukas is getting suited up for riding at age 3.
Lukas is getting suited up for riding at age 3.

Rule one: Padding, padding and more padding. A child that doesn’t get hurt when falling over will learn to enjoy his ride quicker. Lukas was wearing full motocross gear (head to toes) when we taught him how to ride a bicycle for the first time… Maybe it was overkill, but it didn’t bother him (or me) when he fell so he got up and tried again. And got really good at it. Same with the motocross bike that he got on his third birthday…

Rule two: Understand that you have a precious life in your hands so ride defensive and don’t push your limits. Understand that things can go wrong, so make sure they don’t go really wrong. Check the weather, bring snacks, food and water, carry a SPOT GPS transmitter, tell other riders to give you extra room. Be a Mama-bear. And never ride alone (without other adults).

Make sure you don’t do this with a child in-front of you. I didn’t have Lukas with me when this happened.
Make sure you don’t do this with a child in-front of you. I didn’t have Lukas with me when this happened.

And, my last rule: Remember you have a child when you’re out having fun without him or her! You need to come back home in one piece to be there for them!

How it all started

When I was 25 years old, I decided I finally was mature enough to ride a motorcycle and stay alive.

I signed up for riding lessons. My instructor was this crazy Danish guy — Birger — the most passionate motorcyclist I’d ever met. His mission was to transfer his passion to each of his students. And I think he did pretty well as we all spent every spare moment cruising the beautiful Swedish country-side, eager to take every opportunity to learn all aspects of riding.

One day Birger took us student drivers to a motor stadion. It had a 2.5-mile long asphalt track with sweeping turns and long straight-aways. The purpose was to get us comfortable on our bikes without the distraction of traffic. Here, we could go at our own speed and practice shifting and braking without risk getting hit or be in anyone’s way.

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After a couple of hours of doing laps around the track, I wastotally hooked.

Screw street-riding, I wanted to race!

 

My road-racing “career”

After getting my motorcycle license, I immediately got a road-racing license and started racing that very same summer. In Sweden, you only ride motorcycles in the summer as it rains or snows too much during the fall, winter and spring — it actually rains too much during the summer too, but at least it isn’t crazy cold…

I think the stuff we learned in order to qualify for our racing licenses was skills that have stayed with me and kept me safe ever since. Everyone who learns to ride a motorcycle should have a mandatory track-day and learn to handle their motorcycle under various conditions and speeds without risking (anyone else’s) life and limb. The freeway is not the place to realize you don’t know what to do!

I loved being the minority!
I loved being the minority!

When I started racing in 1987, there were about 300 men and 5 women racers. That year was the first year there were enough ladies to start our own “Ladies’ Cup.” But the Ladies’ Cup was quickly renamed the “half-time show” by the media because we were all so damned polite to each other, drove carefully and pretty slow — no fun to watch OR race. Since we all felt that it got pretty embarrassing we instead decided we better just figured out how to beat the men at their own game. We wanted some action, and the men provided the action for sure.

Me and my Yahama RD 350
Me and my Yahama RD 350

I rode a bullet-proof bone stock 1980 Yamaha RD 350. I had purchased it from another racer who was ready for bigger and better things. The bike had already been raced (and sufficiently crashed) for six seasons when I bought it. I figured it would know its way around the tracks…

Glam-shot of me of my chief mechanic, Christer
Glam-shot of me of my chief mechanic, Christer

I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard “I’d rather crash than have a girl beat me!” Hearing that made me want to win even more, but on the other hand… I knew I was racing against stupid young testosterone that didn’t care if he took me out in the process of getting ahead of me — a 30-year old lady (he he). Dangerous. So I just had to be faster and smarter instead!

As a racer, I did pretty good! A couple of years after starting my racing “career” I was the fastest rookie of the year in the 400 cc class (2-stroke). Mainly racing men now since the other ladies were dropping out like flies. By the time 1990 came around, I was the only female racer left, racing about 30-40 guys in 125 cc stock, 400 cc stock as well as the new stock class I helped start, Suzuki RGV 250 Cup.

Horsepowered moms are faster!