Free...As Free as I'll Ever Be.

In 2009, on the brink of 40, I took an adventure that would change my life. After working night shift, I ventured to the DMV to obtain my motorcycle license...or at least understand what I needed to do.

The woman at the counter was cordial as I asked questions...she finally said, "Would you like to test now?" I recounted with, "What happens if I don't pass?" Laughing she said, "You come back and see me again tomorrow!" We both laughed and I said ok. She asked me to wait as there were a few others taking permit tests, etc. For a moment I felt like I was 16 again working to obtain my permit.

On the way to the seating area, I picked up the review book for the exam. Read a few items about measurement and distances. Then I heard my number...69! It is my luck number and I knew this would be the start of one big adventure.

I walked to the computer learned the opeartions with a few review questions and then began the exam. Not so bad, when the machine shut off I felt the let down. Well I guess I will see the nice lady at the counter again. I went with the papers I had been given with my head hanging a bit. As I approached she began to smile, "You did it!" she said. I started to laugh and said, "Really?" She then asked if I had a bike and I said, "No." but will soon. We completed the paperwork and said our goodbyes and thank yous...I think I made her day too! I was not the obnoxious, obstanate, impatient customer that had graced her path in the course of her day.

The first bike I purchased resembled my personality in many ways. Craig's list had it posted and I drove to Chambersburg to see it in early September. I met with the owner who, like me, had just learned to ride a few months before. She entertained me with her stories of riding with her dad and how this particular bike had prepared her for the Harley that she had now. I took the bike for a spin and when I got back I told her that I would like to purchase it. The Red Honda Rebel belonged to me.

When I returned to pick up the bike, her owner and I exchanged conversation about careers. She learned that I was a nurse and asked what type of nursing I do? I am an oncology nurse I said. She began to cry. Her sister had just been diagnosed with breast cancer. After some words meant to comfort she said to me, "I knew that you were meant to own this bike."

The Red Rebel became my escape that spring...I named her Stella. She like her owner understood what each other needed. I gave her some TLC and she opened my eyes to a new world...

Lesson learned: Never Be Afraid to Ask the Question.