My life is a strange mixture of experiences. For example, I am a robotics technician student whose passion in life is actually writing... but I work in a higher end clothing store about a year after I was a cable repair technician. Robotics student, writer, cable repair technician, retail girl... and biker.
The way I came to thinking about this was because while I was at work yesterday a woman came in wearing a Harley shirt. She had short, gelled hair, and I just had the craziest feeling that she wasn't just a woman who admires bikes, but actually a biker herself. Instantly I went up to her, hardly containing my excitement, and said, "Hi! Are you a biker?"
Just like that.
Her response? "You just scared the crap out of me. Yes, I am a biker."
So I said, "An actual biker? You own your own bike?"
Oh, yes, indeed she did, and a nice one, too. I'm not going to disclose all details here for the sake of privacy, but yes, she was an actual biker. After she and I had set to talking for a bit, I learned that she once had the exact same bike that I currently have! I bubbled with excitement that I had finally met a customer at work who admires nice clothes, but who also experienced some of the wilder things in life. It was fantastic!
When I ran to my boss to tell her of my discovery, she rolled her eyes.
I rarely ever meet other women who ride a motorcycle, so it was a pretty big bit of excitement for me. There are rallies and things here in the city where it's women bikers only, but I've never been able to attend such an event. Hopefully I will, someday.
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