“Cool,” you say. “How’d you get to be that?”
The problem comes when I tell people I’m a Biker Babe. I have a helmet and have ridden with him a few of times. We still need to get the suspension adjusted so I don’t end up at the chiropractor after each ride.
Seems to me we, once again, have a double standard set for women where men only have one. No matter the age, physique or generations of descendants a man is a Biker. Therefore, in my humble opinion, the wife or girlfriend can be a Biker Babe. It shouldn’t matter that I’m 59, overweight and a grandmother.
No more Biker Mama.
Biker Babes Forever!!!