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Resume´
Mary Baker
Objective:  Keep the  motorcycling community informed of news, events, products, and more.  Take free lance writing projects that will contribute to my objective.  Ride and have fun!
 
Summary of Qualifications:  Manager with 30 years of experience in the hospitality industry, including lodging, fitness, food services, outdoor recreation, casino, military and travel. Bachelors of Arts degree in Psychology and Management. Retired from the United States Air Force with the rank of Master Sergeant.  Owner, editor and publisher of Pinky's Passion Motorcycle Travel Magazine.  Staff writer for Thunder Roads Louisiana.
  • Especially skilled at motorcycle related writing and travel
  • Proven ability to turn an assigned topic into an informative, original, and entertaining article
  • Proven ability to meet deadlines
  • A special talent for engrossing the reader in a story
  • Skilled in the English language; Advanced reading, writing and comprehension
  • Four years education in German studies; Intermediate Listener, Novice Speaker,
  • Extensive knowledge of motorcycle lifestyle; specifically Harley-Davidson; Director of Shreveport Harley Owner's Group for 2 years (600 members), Registration coordinator for 2009 Louisiana State HOG rally (4,000 attendees)
  • Expertise in most common software applications

Professional Memberships: 
The Travel Institute - ICTA Certified

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Sample Writing Sites
 
References available upon request

Sample Writing: 
 
Creative writing; storytelling
 
"Back on the road, we traveled, lost in our own thoughts until the sky began to turn black in front of us, and we could see lightning in the distance and hear the roar of thunder. Off to the right it looked clear, and I pulled up beside Ric, motioning him to turn that way and try to ride out the storm.
 
It was not an option this time to stop and put on the rain gear, since we didn't bother to bring any. I can honestly say Ric wanted to, but both John and I shook our heads and said "I laugh in the face of rain." Famous last words. No sooner had we made the right turn than the temperature dropped and the rain came down in torrents.
 
We topped a hill that revealed a sharp curve and found ourselves traveling a little too fast on newly oil slicked roads. Ric was in the lead and made the turn, and upon cresting the hill, had no time to see the situation he was in, and no time to warn us. Thankfully, he was able to straighten out the curve and slow down. Still, he passed the shelter of a country store to his right, and had to turn around and come back.
 
Following him, I realized too late that I was going into the curve too fast with an SUV pulled off the side of the road, precariously close to my turn radius, and with no opportunity to brake safely or straighten out the turn. I did the only thing I could -- held my breath, released the clutch and brakes, tightened up on the grips and leaned into the curve.
 
I felt as if the world was in slow motion, my heart was pounding in my chest, my thoughts were racing through my head, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I wanted to close my eyes in the face of the danger, but knew I couldn't. I held on  for dear life, fearing that I was going to go down at any second. I just hoped that I would not hit the SUV. I visualized the skid and the impact before regaining control.
 
Skill or experience, luck, fate, or God; something or someone had a hand in taking me safely through the curve, narrowly avoiding an accident. The Gremlins were not powerful enough this time, and John in the rear, was able to see our struggles up ahead, and had time to slow down.
 
We pulled into the wet, mushy, gravel driveway of the little store in Thyatira, Mississippi, and I dismounted, knees knocking and shivering from the cold and the near fateful collision."