My new motorcycle is a wondrous piece of metal art. Ice Blue. Studs on the saddle bags. Big, comfortable seat for big...well...big rides. Oh, and heated grips. What would life be without warm hands on a cold day for goodness sakes.
I make sure I ride by the local biker bar just so they can see a woman riding a big 'ol HOG. And in a pink jacket no less. Not just any pink though. Cruel pink. Don't mess with me pink. Pink has many personalities.
