Living in South Florida, we’re fortunate enough to be able to ride year round and there’s nothing quite like calling up a buddy that lives in New York or Ohio in mid-January and break the news that you’re currently cruising on a very comfortable 65º day (expletives usually follow in their responses)! But then again, we get Hurricanes and the worst they get is snow- I’ll still take my chances with storm any day of the week.
But aside from the alluring tropical flora and the mild winters the Sunshine State is known for, we also have some very bodacious fauna. Being a Sportbike rider myself I find nothing hotter than to be out on the town and come across a sexy female at the helm of a Sportbike. Now, trying not to sound stereotypical- but for some odd reason every chick I come across riding a Harley (or any cruiser for that matter) seems to have the forearms of Popeye, the facial profile Olive Oil, and the body of Brutus. But yet every chick I’ve seen on a Sportbike vaguely resembles something from a Penthouse centerfold. There’s just something about the way a woman arches her back when riding a Sportbike that men just cant get enough of.
I admit there have been more than a few times I’ve brought my bike to a screeching halt and whipped a quick U-Turn to catch up with the chick that just blew past me at 100mph. It seems that women are no longer a staple item to be found knocking the dust off the passenger seat, but rather sitting up tall with no one in the “Bitch Seat.” Even more bizarre is that the majority of these girls can hang with the big boys that cruise over 150mph.
Over the years I’ve personally noticed a major increase in the number of chicks out there on the road. Being a male rider and having a girlfriend that rides has got to be the equivalent of winning Lotto. No more making excuses to go riding with the boys because from now on you can bring your lady with you. Although I can see this ending up as being an ego smasher if your girl can out-ride you; but still, the pro’s still far outweigh the con’s. I think if I had a dollar for every feeble excuse I’ve made over the years to sneak out and ride with my buddies I’d be rich. Most of the time, the woman in the relationship can’t really fathom the experience of riding a Sportbike- thus not understanding that when its time to ride- its time to ride!
My ex-wife got really sick and tired of spending every Friday night alone while I was out late riding with the boys and managed to come up with some really ingenious ways to keep me home. I can recall one day her “overhearing” a conversation I was having with my favorite riding buddy as we tried to organize a ride for later that night. Well, being the Little Miss Dangerous that she was, she had managed to beat me to the garage as I found her slinking around my bike in something that was spawn from a Victoria Secrets catalog and a really hot pair of stiletto pumps. Needless to say I had to call my buddy back and let him know that when I got to the garage I found my front tire flat. J I believe the words he used were, “she gave ya shit again, huh?!” I guess its easier for a single guy to get out and ride than the married guy can- but then again, the sensation of riding a bike is borderline euphoric; but the sensation of something that rides you back will always win hands down!
Overall, its good to see women branching out into the sport; its been a long time overdue. Let’s just continue to encourage women to get out and ride (with or without their men in tow) to provide the rest of us with a different kind of curves to admire at 150mph.