My name is Olivia Mitchell, and I’m twenty years old. I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was eight, sitting on the tank of my dad’s 1987 Harley Softail while he worked the controls. People always said it was dangerous. Mom left us over it when I was six, screaming that she wouldn’t watch her daughter die on a motorcycle.
But Dad never put me in danger. He taught me respect for the road, for the machine, for the freedom that comes with two wheels and an open highway. By the time I was sixteen, I had my own bike—a Honda Shadow 750 that Dad and I rebuilt together in our garage over two years.Continue reading…
