Sharing the road
From the very beginning, I don’t remember a time in my life that the motorcycle world has not been a part of me. My mother and father, Ernie and Joan Robison, have both ridden the open air for as long as I can remember. As a matter of fact, my sister Jeannie and I had our names engraved on our parents’ motorcycle trailers—which were a big part of our family camping trips while we were growing up. There’s nothing like fresh air, camping and a family riding off together into the sunset!
Fast forward to my late 20s: Most parents would cringe if their youngest daughter informed them of her impending date with the Ontario Ministry of Transportation to obtain her M1 motorcycle licence—not this girl’s parents! My dad was as proud as can be, and even took me motorcycle shopping, where I found my first true love—a burgundy Yamaha V-Star 250.
In my early 30s, I met the next (and most important) love of my life, my husband Tony. And what a match we are—he rides, too! Soon, the whole family was riding together and participating in the local Blue Mountains chapter of the Canadian Motorcycle Club. It’s always a fun time taking part in the club’s charity events, such as the “Ride for Sight” and “Beat Cancer” rides.