It’s not every day that you meet a lady biker. Few and far between, women who ride motorcycles have a certain reputation that follows them around for either being too terrifying or too meager. Like all things in the world of women, few ladies are actually so extreme, and oftentimes, biker women fall somewhere in the in-between, turning the other way when others expect them to be what they’re not.
My dad is a biker, a Harley Davidson guy. A while back, he was a salesman for the company and met quite a few lady riders who would come into the shop. Many of them were surprised by how he treated them, with respect and dignity, just like he would the male customers; usually, they told him, that the salesmen at bike shops, mechanics, or even biker bar employees would dial down the respect when talking to a woman biker, but not my dad.
Long story short, he made a lot of motorcycle sales to women with whom he shared a mutual respect, and in my experience, that’s all a woman wants in a man’s world, especially one with revving engines, fat back tires, and open roads.


