I mentioned in an earlier post that I rode a motorcycle for a while. I started out on a Yamaha Virago 1100 that I called El Vira; but after fighting the crosswinds of South Dakota on a trip to the BIG rally, I decided I needed something heavier than 450 pounds, so I got a Harley. She was a 2002 Heritage Softail Classic, and I christened her The Blue Angel. She was big and powerful and shiny, and she had chrome in places I didn’t know bikes had places.
One of the ladies in our Ladies of Harley group wrote an article for the monthly newsletter 
defining the difference between a biker chick and a biker babe. I never considered myself either; I was just a biker, a real one. In case you’ve wondered how to tell a real biker from a wannabee, here are a few ways I came up with.
10. A real biker wears leather, not because it looks cool, but because a bug at 70 miles an hour hurts.
9. A real biker’s leathers smell like road dirt and have bugs embedded in the grain.
8. A real biker knows that a car is really called a cage.
7. A real biker waves at other bikers – even when she’s in a cage.
6. A real biker recognizes the sound of a Harley – and always turns to look.
5. A real biker can pack for a two-week trip in a couple of saddle bags.
4. A real biker knows that polishing all that chrome isn’t a chore; it’s an act of love.
3. A real biker doesn’t trailer her bike to rallies, she rides it.
2. A real biker has more miles on her bike than on her car.
1. A real biker knows it’s always a good day for a ride.
As we used to say in Bikers for Christ: Pray, Go, Ride, Share.
Blessings,
Linda
Comments on: "Ten Ways to Recognize a Real Biker | by Linda Brendle" (2)
Still cracks me up to think of my mom as a biker chick.
Not biker chick – biker. And I have the photos to prove it!