Real name: Dawn

Where do you live? Liberty Hill, Texas, about 38 miles or so north of Austin.

Explanation of your handle: Badgirl (BG) I've used for about 15 years. Long story short I was being a bad girl in creating a login that my (abusive) first husband didn't know about (so that I could have some privacy). Soon, all my friends knew me as BG so I've used it ever since.

Explanation of your avatar: It's me taken at one of my husbands gigs in July.

Age (general or specific): 38 at least for a few more weeks.

Occupation: Webmistress and public health technician

Favorite bike: My Specialized Myka Expert

What's in your stable? My Myka and the hubbies K2 zed 2.0, my late husbands Peugeot road bike, and the splatter painted Huffy bike my parents gave me for Christmas 20+ years ago.

Fastest speed on a road bike? where? when? Let see. I was going "OMG! OMG! OMG! WEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! OMG! OMG! OMG! WWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" fast.

Another picture of yourself or your ride? How about me and my ride?


What is the biggest lie you've ever told: "No honey, I'm fine. Yes I broke the railing on the bridge, but honestly I'm fine...it's just a little blood." It was my first ride with the boys I wasn't about to tell him just how bad I had bit it. Nothing was broke and he already felt horridly guilty for doing as I said and riding ahead and not being there to pick me up when I went down. I got the wind knocked out of me, a few little cuts, bumps and bruises, and bruised pride and my shift indicator broke. But I got up, dusted myself off, checked my bike out, and went on the with ride and caught up with the boys and finished the ride. What he doesn't know won't hurt him...right?

Most memorable moment on my bike: Going on the first ride with my now husband. It was a beautiful February day, my new bike and all the new gear. The birds were singing, the sun was shining and we rode 16 miles out to the overlook at the lake and back to town. It was WAY farther than he ever expected us to go on my first ride in 20 years. And he was so proud of me for going that far considering how sick I got about 8 miles into it. His band had played the night before and we'd partied a little harder than we probably should have. But once I worked through the nausea it was all good.


Most fun ever had on a bike? Sending the hubby to go trail riding with his best friend and decided I didn't have to wait for him to get home before I could go ride, so I packed up my gear and head out. I started sending him picture messages when I was about 13 miles from home and then sent him pictures at different point in the ride where the was a pretty spot or something along the way the that I knew he's see the humor in. He was surprised and excited at the first message, told me how proud of me he was. He enjoyed the other pics as it allowed him to know I was okay and he could take part in my ride and it allowed him to be able to enjoy his ride and not have to worry about me waiting on him and I could enjoy my ride not having to wait on him or worry about slowing him down. I could stop if I wanted to, talk to the goats and cows if I wanted, trudge through hills and if I had set my goal too high, I could say screw it and head home if I wanted (which I didn't). The hubby got back from his ride to find me about a block from home, chatting it up with the neighbor about all the different trails and her riding team, the rides they've gone on lately getting ready for the MS150. I had a blast and he was so proud.