Mother Chapter (DMV) Co2-Founder
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Name: Colleen
What does the SWAT Colors (vest patch) mean to you? The SWAT colors to me, personally, mean sacrifice because one must give up the negative thoughts and selfish glorifications in order to become a contributing member of SWAT. I say that because through the process of forming the club, I came to realization that this isn’t about the ladies within the Club but more so what we portray as a club of female riders. The ridership that we form with other riders be it sportbike or cruiser riders; the lives that we’ve touched and /or the extended family that was created through our B*Gyrlz program; the hand of sisterhood that we extended during our Female Safety Seminar; this is what our colors means: to have a foundation that exuberates unconditional love that reflects our sisterhood and dedication to SWAT as a club and to each member of SWATLAND. What is your first Motorcycling memory? My first motorcycling memory was when I was 6 years old and my brother had just bought the Kawasaki Ninja and he would ride us up and down the hill in our neighborhood—but what was different is that he wouldn’t place us (my sister and I) behind him but he would place us up front. So during one of the rides, my brother and I went up the hill and then came back down but this time he made a U-turn just pass the house. Well this was my opportunity to take the throttle too! So as he was making the U-turn, somehow I had managed to reach over for the throttle and twisted it with his hand still on the throttle—Let’s just say I’m just thankful that my brother was pretty tall and knew the mechanics of the bike because we was surely tilting over as he tried to tell me to stop, squeeze the clutch and try to find out my mothers location because it was going to be hell to pay, if I was to fall. So after we get off the bike and we’re standing in the driveway, I just remember my other three brothers and my two cousins saying, “You know nothing scares that girl!” What can I say: I was a tomboy! What is your most embarrassing Motorcycling memory? My most embarrassing motorcycling memory was the first year that I was at Myrtle on two’s; I had actually taken another motorcycle instead of my own, because mine was not ready. Well I really learned the mechanics of riding on a Kawasaki ZX-9 several months prior to Myrtle. So I’m on the ZX-9 and I’m riding with a Club Sister, Sunny, and this car cuts in our line, so I’m pissed and I gunned the throttle not realizing that I popped the clutch too! Oh goodness, is my front wheel up, is all that went through my mind. I was so shocked that I actually froze for a few and held it going down 501, until I could remember the advice of how to bring it down---keep the wheel straight and place your weight on the tank! WHEW!!! So, the bike is brought down properly and my eyes are larger than a 50-cent piece! We come to a light and Sunny is trying to make sure I’m okay but the guys in the car that cut us off, is now behind us, cheering and just giving me props! While simultaneously some male riders pull up beside us, cheering and joking about “I’ll show you how to bring it UP!” Finally the light changes we turn into Tony Roma’s; I gather myself, laugh and ask: “So how far was I up!”—Go figure! And, Finally what advice would you give to a novice rider and/or future prospective member of SWAT? My advice to a novice is to practice and learn your motorcycle (mechanics and all) and your abilities! To a prospective member, be ready to learn more and more about yourself each day. Because in order to have patience, unconditional love, forgiveness and the understanding of the true meaning of sisterhood; you’ll need to be true and honest with yourself and that surely doesn’t come easy!
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