I am very tall. I have bright red hair. I have a black belt in tae kwon do. I knit. I try to spin my own yarn. I read voraciously and indiscriminately. I have a sewing machine, and I constantly plot the making of my own clothes. I like foods that go with red wine. The red wine is coincidental: I also like gin, the drink of washed up movie stars, and margaritas, the drink of pretending either that it is summer, or that what you do tonight won't matter in the morning. I am a motorcycle enthusiast, and I am plotting a carb breakdown to get my bike back on the road. I am a nerdy kind of girl but one with a goal to throw dinner parties wearing aprons and to keep jars of fresh flowers around my home.
She does rock! I often think of the scantilly clad women at the motorcycle shows and think how outdated it is. It makes me wonder how male riders would feel if a young Adonis was baring his all in a speedo handing out programs at the door as these young women do? I can bet it would make them think twice about it being acceptable and maybe we would move forward without this sort of thing.