My father taught my mom to ride and they rode together until they started a family, at which point he sold her bike. (He continued to ride throughout his lifetime and got my brother and I into motorcycles as well. Dad actually started a stunt team performing in the Connecticut fairgrounds circuit, doing ramp jumps through hoops of fire, flaming board wall crashes and the like, to raise money for good causes.)
My mother still has her trophies from her road run days, and talks often about that bike of hers. Her treasured trophy is her First Place Trophy from the Laurel State Riders Fall Road Run from 1952. My mother’s name is Jeanette Knotek but people simply know her as Scuffy. My mother walked home from her job at the bank—in the cold and snow — when she got home she put her grandmother’s slippers on and scuffed around until her feet warmed up. Her grandfather teased her and the name stuck (all the rest of her life!)
My father actually adorned her bike with Buco letters spelling out the name -- I think she said it was somewhere on the frame.