BIKE NAMES

Dawg - When I got my bike she had not shared her name so I rode all around NJ waiting. Then one day I was riding her way north of where I live and we were taking the long and winding road. I was thinking about how riding made me feel, graceful was the word. Then as I rode through a shady lane the song Waltzing Matilda came into my head. Not a song I would generally think of so I took it as my bike announcing her name, Matilda. So that is her name

Stormy - My bike is named Harry after my grandfather. He was a farmer that raced horses, flew cropdusters, defied tradition when he could and never accepted injustice. He was truely 'BE ALL YOU CAN BE'.
I never knew him, but the stories are there.
 

Joker - I wanted my bike to represent the strength of women, thus I named it after my grandmother, Mona. She was a strong woman and never let life grab her by the short hairs. If I should ever grow short hairs, life will NOT grab me there with her strength running through my blood.

Nemo - When I rode my bike the first time, I was astounded by how the smells were so much more intense--good and bad.  The sky was bluer.  All my senses seemed heightened.  Instead of simply driving through, I felt as though I was catapulted into my surroundings and enveloped by them, and, in turn, I embraced my life.

Simultaneously I began reinventing me (someone once called me the mother of reinvention:) and ended up on a strange and wonderful path that brought me into the lives of some of the most magnificently wonderful people one could ever hope to engage--my Sisters and my Kenny.

Anyway, her name is MyBlue7 (like my blue heaven)...for the hyperacute blue of the sky, the blues associated with nostalgia and the work of change, and seven because of it's bizarre significance in my life

BamBam - I was waiting for my bike to tell me her name, had been on a few road trips and she was being very silent. Then one Sunday I was riding in Delaware, just enjoying the day and the ride, when I realized I was desperately in need of gas! By the time I found an open station (they seem to all close early on Sun. in DE), I put in about .2 gallons more than the tank was supposed to hold! "Amazing" I thought, "Amazing Grace!". When I got home and re-read the lyrics, it just fit her so perfectly:

CareBear - I officially named my bike Wind Dancer. We do dance on the wind and her and I dance well. But, unofficially, she is the White Rabbit. I knew I needed a nickname for her but I had trouble finding it. One day as I was trippin on good vibes on a country road I realized I was Alice and she was my White Rabbit. My drug of choice, so to speak. She still puts me in another world. She's mind altering.

Dragon - Like my Native American Lakota ancestors, I wait for a name to be told to me.  About 16 years ago I got a Maine Coon kitten and waited for weeks for her to tell me her name: Ruffles.  My golden retriever puppy 2 years ago told me his name just after I picked him up to hold him: Barney.  My bike took a little more time but she is and always has been my Baby

Thumper - I have been riding my current bike for a little over two years and have been waiting for her to tell me her name but she never did. 

My new bike that hasn't arrived yet (I'm hoping by the 20th) already has a name.  It's a huge bright blue trike. The very first time I saw a picture of her I though of Paul Bunyan and his big blue Ox "Babe"  So that's her name - Babe.