Old School Rolling Thunder
Tens of Thousands of Motorcyclists from around the country converged on DC this past weekend to participate in Rolling Thunder. Here is a photo from Shorpy that commemorates another motorcycling event in the Nation’s Capitol.
From the original WaPo article in 1937, courtesy of Shorpy here:
Washington Post, Sep 11, 1937
D.C.’s Lone Girl Motorcyclist Stormed Loudly to Get Permit
Sally Robinson – She Weighs Only 88 Pounds – Had to ‘Buffalo’ Stalwart Policeman but Finally Won His Praise – and License.
By dint of stamping her foot Sally Robinson, of 2120 H street northwest, has become the only girl in Washington licensed to ride a motorcycle.
Miss Robinson – all 88 pounds of her – has been operating motorcycles on and off since 1928, but last spring she decided she wanted a permit. The policeman assigned to officiate at her examination had different ideas, however. Although the District has no law against women motorcyclists, this examiner apparently thought it should have.
“First he said I was too little, then he said I was too young,” Miss Robinson declaimed yesterday, malice toward all policeman shining in her eyes.” She is 27, years old and 4 feet 11 inches tall, and didn’t see what either factor had to do with her sitting behind the handlebars of a motorcycle.
“I passed the written examination all right – passed it twice, in fact. The first time I got 80 on it, but that wasn’t good enough for him so I went down again and got 92, when that didn’t satisfy him, I got my lawyer.
“Well, that cop looked from me to the lawyer, and from the lawyer to me, and then he said I could take my road test,” she continued. Her difficulties had not ended, however. Thinking all was well, she said goodbye to her lawyer and started out for the road test.
Then the policeman announced he would not ride with her in the sidecar of the machine he provided for the test – he said he was afraid to.
But when the test was over, the examiner announced, “Lady, you handle it as well as a man could. Your balance is swell and you know the machine. But I didn’t see you kick it over so I can’t give you the permit.”
That was when Miss Robinson started “cussing him out.” “I called him such names – well, I was ashamed of myself. But it worked, and I have the permit.”
Miss Robinson uses the smallest type of machine built, but at that it weighs 325 pounds, nearly four times as much as she does. Despite the fact, it occasionally falls on her, she insists she would rather ride that machine than eat when she’s hungry. As for automobiles, she has no use for them whatsoever.
What an awesome story! She went on to become the first woman ever allowed into the Capitolians, a local motorcycle club.
