Freak of the Week: Biker Chic

Here in Southern California, we grow everything a little differently.  Roses grow like weeds.  Weed grows in rose gardens. And we love to take a great American stereotypes and rip them to shreds.

If I were to say to you that during a local Memorial Day parade, a local mother of five rode through town on her bike, you’d probably expect something like this:

Oh, so sweet.

But would you expect this?

I didn’t think so.

So this Heidi. She’s a mother of 5, here in LA, riding her Ducati in the local parade.  Patriotic?  Borderline.  Safe? I doubt it.  Freaky? Oh, hell yeah.  And completely bad ass.

Before you get all high and mighty about leathers, helmets, life insurance and responsible parenting– consider the history.  Women motorcyclists have long been pigeonholed as big Berthas on Harleys. God knows, the world still needs them. But how about the fact that the majority of half naked women who get on motorcycles do so to get their picture for a calendar shot– so men can enjoy their motorcycles.  I think it’s equally impressive for a middle aged woman to straddle a high performance road bike as a mission to declare her freedom and appreciation for all things fast & vibrational. Ride on, Freaky Mama!