An ode to the Adana Women’s Motorcycle Club 🇹🇷🏍️
I travel solo. It’s a lot of things, but above all it’s fun, freeing and grit testing. Sometimes I don’t realize how independent I have to operate until I’m cared for by people again. When I can finally let my guard down, I’ll have a light bulb moment where I’m like “Oh, I’m with people again, I don’t have to do everything by myself for a little bit. I can finally breathe.”
I have a group of girlfriends I left behind in the Bay Area, California. That was really tough to leave them. They just got me without saying a word because we’ve been through everything with each other. But I chose this path, so it’s a see you later for the time being.
Meeting the Adana Women’s Motorcycle Club reminded me what it was like to be surrounded by a tribe of women who uplift you and support you. We met up for a group ride and as we were getting ready to gear up and take off, I started to braid my hair like I always do before every ride to avoid a tangled crow’s nest. One of the members offered to braid my hair without saying a word 🥹
Y’all I almost started crying. It’s kind of that feeling when a scraggly stray cat has lived on the street it’s whole life and doesn’t know what human affection is, and then it gets pets for the first time and their pupils dilate and they fall in love with their owner because they realize what they were missing. Yeah, that’s what it felt like.
Her eyes and presence were so kind. That’s what everyone in this club felt like. Turkish. Women. Motorcycle Club. Muslim. Not Muslim. Adopting Me.
I could say so much more. The more you learn about the world, the less you realize you actually know. Everything you thought about the world is wrong.
