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After stopping to help out at another accident while on my ride up to Bakersfield, I began to think on some of the items I should perhaps carry with me in my saddle bags. My first thought was latex gloves. Both times I have helped I have come away with blood on my hands and clothes. The clothes I don’t care as much about, but blood on my hands kind of freaked me out. My dad was a Sheriff, and he always had a small pack of gloves, alcohol wipes, and a mouth guard (for CPR) stashed in the glove compartment of all of our cars.

I then also thought full-on first aid kit, but realized I would have to scale

Here is what gear I must have and why.

For starters:

*Leather Motorcycle Jacket - Leather protects your skin from road rash. Most motorcycle leather is cow hide. My jacket in the picture is lamb. There are a bunch of other hides on the market that are usable as protection from road-rash. Like I said, Cow is the most common. Lamb is not recommended as it is thinner than and not as durable as Cow against abrasion. (The zipper on my cow jacket broke, so this is my fallback jacket.) I have heard that the ideal leather to wear is Kangaroo as it is extremely abrasion resistant and lighter than Cow hide.

Since my lamb jacket doesn’t have any quilted lining,

I was asked today why I ride a cruiser, why I don’t get a sports bike.  I realize that most women my age aren’t cruiser riders, that younger riders tend to gravitate more to the sports bikes, and that I am the exception.

I ride a cruiser for a few reasons.  The first is riding position.  I knew I would be riding my bike long distances, and that my bike and I would go on many long road trips together.  I researched this when I was first looking at bikes, and read over and over that cruisers were much better suited for long distance riding.

However, you need to find a cruiser that is comfortable to you.  I have something like a

Hello, I am the new contributor to Motorcyclebloggers.com. Please allow me to introduce myself.

My name is AngiPants, but you are more than welcome to call me Angi. I am 22 (almost 23) and live in sunny Orange County, California. I have two ferrets, one named Frankie the Girl Ferret and the other named Lil’ Shit, but whom everyone just calls Turd.

And getting to the pertinent stuff, I have been riding for just over two years now, and am just shy of my two year anniversary for being a proud motorcycle owner. This is the story of how I got here.

About six months before my 21st birthday, I took a MSF class. I had been bitten by the motorcycle bug