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My way of life - My Biker Lifestyle

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  NOTE: If you come here looking for a bunch of chicks naked next to a bike and calling themselves, "Biker Chicks", put your dick back in your pants because there is none of that stupidity here. Go to a fuckin porn site if you want that. If your here to learn something, then read on.

The Decades before the Music

Let me start off by saying that this Lifestyle that I lived and live is mine and mine alone. It doesn't reflect how other bikers live nor how they ride. So, with that said, Don't Stereo-type and say all bikers and biker chicks live like me or vice versa.

I have been riding motorcycles for about 37 years on and off. That includes in the back of the bike and in the front of the bike.

What turned me on to motorcycles was not the bike per se', rather the people who rode the bikes. I am not talking about Hardcore 1% outlaws. I had two neighbors that rode. One had a custom Honda 750-4 and my other neighbor had a Harley Davidson and was slightly customized. Oh sure I loved to look at their bikes, but more so on both men who were much more liberal in thought and lifestyle. Both had done their duties in Vietnam and were war vets.

Again, it was their attitudes that grabbed my attention. The way they lived and they way they carried themselves. They were bikers (not hardcore's or outlaws). At the time it was unheard of a woman riding a motorcycle. Maybe she was out there, but I never saw any woman on a bike until decades later besides myself.

I rode alone for a great many years because no man trusted my riding. I had my motorcycle endorsement and later got my advance and Expertise certificate. But still, no male biker trusted me and the rest felt that I should be on the back of the bike where I belonged. I would get ridiculed all the time because I rode. That is when I decided to cut my hair, wear T-shirts and I even took Steroids to hide the feminine side of me. I started acting and behaving more like a guy would and I got away from looking like a female or I should say - looking feminine. I still got ribbed, but it was much less. I worked out to build strength and tried to change my demeanor. I didn't like that, but it worked. I became a bad ass. I think the Steroids had something to do with that.

"That is when I decided to cut my hair, wear T-shirts and I even took Steroids to hide the feminine side of me." - me on the right - Photo - 1984

Later I found myself not happy and I couldn't get anymore meds. By then it was acceptable for women to ride and look feminine. In my early days, my bar room fights were with guys. Not the big burly biker dudes, but the Yuppies who were drunk and liked to start shit. Women were smart enough to keep their mouths shut due to my size (5'11") and none would fuck with me because that would have been a mistake. Some made the mistake and learned the hard way. I got my respect two ways, I earned it or I took it. Either way I got it. Today, I would rather earn it.

At the same time I am trying to act masculine I caught up with this biker guy that I liked a lot. He knew what I was about and what I was doing so that I could ride in peace and not be constantly harassed by others. He was not a hardcore but rode daily to and from work and that was his only vehicle. One day we went for a short putt together and came back to his place. Had had a decent house and a garage he used to work on his bike. It was also his hangout for when his brothers would come on by to work on their bikes or just drink beer. There was a large room in the back of the garage that looked like an add on. The door was locked and I had asked him what was behind the door. He laughed and said it was his dungeon. He said that was where he would put naughty girls like me in. Dungeon? Naughty girls? Explain what the hell that meant?

I barely had a grasp of what the biker world was about and now dungeons? He went on to explain about women who ride on the back of the bike. The rules, that are placed on women and how women should be and how it worked in the Outlaw lifestyle as well as in the 99% biker bracket. His Dungeon was an extension of the biker world and into the world-Lifestyle of D/s (Dominance and submission). Ahhh I see now. He explained how he mixed both lifestyles together. My gauntlets would be leather restraints and my collar would mean I was collared or owned by someone. Consensual slavery if you will.

Photo of me - 1987 - Polaroid

I wonder looking back, how many women knew where that collar comes from when they wear a collar with a D ring in it really means? Those who do not follow that D/s lifestyle would have some of the girls (not ole' ladies) wear a vest that said, "Property of" on their backs. Others would just quickly claim that a certain woman was his and don't fuck with her. Yeah, bikers are territorial that's for sure. If they could piss on your leg to mark you, they would but, that is another lifestyle that I am not into.

Okay, So I rode with this guy and I was his consensual slave so to speak. I had some kinky fun with that. I did learn a lot when it came to my place among the brothers way back when. Yeah, I know, times have changed for the most part. But still I am old school and that was how I learned about my place in the Biker World and in the D/s world too. They both complimented each other. I love the smell of leather and both lifestyles had it. By knowing this, I was able to have some really good times with Biker boyfriends over the years. When I rode with his brothers, I was on the back of the bike and when I was alone or with just him and I, I rode next to him.

Now I am going to say this and you can take it whatever way you want. I play on both sides of the tracks and in fact have had girlfriends who rode on the back of my bike for a number of years. Yeah, they were my Property and I owned them. Although I rather be owned than be an owner. But it worked for a good number of years and no I didn't piss on her leg for claiming rights.

Today I still wear restraints on both wrists and I also wear a collar with a D-ring in it. I had dedicated it to Special man in my life who recently passed away. He was one who mixed the Biker Lifestyle along with the D/s and he was an old 1%er. He still rides with me in Spirit and I keep his photo of him in my saddle bags.

When he stopped riding in 1995 due to his failing health, I had also stopped. I just didn't have it in me to ride without him. After he passed away, I got a message in a dream that he was riding again. That was my go ahead to go get another pony (motorcycle) and start riding again. Plus the fact my daughter was of age of understanding for me to hit the highways again.

My Pony is a 2005 Vulcan Nomad with a custom paint -  (Pearl) Emerald Green with Tribal Designs

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I recently went to the "Laughlin River Run '08" and was dressed up a bit wild and two women actually called me a slut. Since when would a biker chick call another sister a slut for wearing wild clothes?  Quickly I challenged her and her friend to come back and say it again to my face. I knew they were "wannabe's" because no sister would have called me that. They both ran off.

When I was in Sturgis in 1990 for their 50th and in 1994, I spent most of my time basically 99% nude. Not once was I ever called a slut. I did have a short drunken biker say, "I know your a guy, but would you take a photo with me?" Get the fuck away from me you short little biker maggot. The guy ran back to his buddies and giggled liked a bunch of school girls. Biker Wannabe's.

If I have to explain, you wouldn't understand!

Its my fuckin lifestyle not yours! What? You think yours is the only one that's right? Oh Puleeze! I know Karate', Kung Fu and two other words that can hurt you.

Your Mine Bitch, whether you like it or not!

I said that I could be trained but never tamed! Only one man in my entire life had tamed me. All he had to do was raise his voice and I would calm down instantly. I miss him dearly with his recent passing. He now rides with me in Spirit.

I have had people (some riders) ask me if I am spoken for. Nope! It's just my pony and me riding all over Arizona. I do take my daughter from time to time with me. But I am single at the moment.

Okay so why do people want to know if there were drugs in my life, the illegal kind. Yeah, I did drugs a long time ago but not anymore. I just about destroyed my bike on acid one night and in the morning I saw my bike - OMG. The repairs cost me a bundle. No, I didn't crash the bike, I jumped off of it when I got home and attacked it. In my drug filled eyes, the bike was a giant dragon-lizard thingy and I proceeded to kill it before it killed me. I know, that was stupid but doing drugs was more stupid. I learned my lesson after that and never touched those damn drugs again. That acid and me had a bad trip that night. That left me with my friend Jack Daniels, beer and my cigs too.

I wasn't violent when I combined good ole' Jack and my beer. I just got sloppy and loose. Been a few times where I woke up in a place that I have never been, in a bed and next to a guy I didn't know. So, I try to behave myself these days. Well, except for Super bowl Sunday weekend when I did the oops again. That would be Super Bowl Sunday weekend in Feb '08. Word of advice - Never go to bed with a friend because it is never the same again after that. Now him and I barely talk where before we talked all the time. Damn!

The First Biker Chick - 1915

You didn't think I was a Yuppie and a  good girl and ate all my peas and carrots at the dinner table did you? Hell No! I was abused by my dad and my mother was like, living in this enclosed bubble never really knowing what was going on. Probably because she dropped out of school at 10th grade and was married by 17 years old. She wasn't very bright But, I still loved her no less. Just wished she had a back bone to stand up to my dad. She was a good woman and was under-appreciated. Both are deceased.

Biker Chicks in WWII

You know, I was smart enough to make sure that my daughter had what I didn't have nor heard. A whole bunch of love. Thus far she has turned out the opposite of me, Yay! While I am very liberal, she is very conservative. How did this happen? Well, I buckled down and lived a conservative life until she was 13 years old. When she turned 13, I told her that she was a young woman and that her views on life was nothing like mine. "Do as I say and not as I do", did in fact work. Now she is old enough to know better and follow the path that she is heading down. Yay, I did good! I told her that I am now going back to how I truly am. That 13 years was enough for me. Conservative people is like watching paint dry. I respect those people, just don't ask me to sit and watch it dry. I did for 13 years. My daughter was worth it. Now I pull out the leather and she cringes. I wear clothes that makes her shake her head. hahaha. Yeah, I am a Biker Chick 100% Surprise!

See, Momma had a past life and she is going back to it now.

Its My American Way of Life

I have been asked if I ride with any clubs. I did way back when but not now. I am a lone wolf on my pony. "Dedicated to none and Loyal to one" - Me! I do have some brothers and a couple sisters that I stay in touch with from my old days of riding but, I don't ride with them because they live in another state. My brother of flesh and blood rides a motorcycle. I would call him a motorcycle enthusiast rather than a  biker. He likes to ride those lean over the tank bikes and look like a missile on the freeway. His girlfriend also rides her own bike and they look like two missiles going down the highway.

Be right there honey, just left me untangle myself

So what is sexy to you? A man in a suit? A Yuppie sitting at Dunkin Donuts eating a chocolate bar? For me it is a Biker who is not out to prove anything anymore. He has been there and back and done it. The right guy can collar me. He can be old school but has evolved some. Takes fairly good care of himself and doesn't need to go to rehab. Don't try to tame me though because when I get pissed my claws come out and I have some very mean claws and a serious growl.

Now, what did you call me again?

So there you have the basics of what my Lifestyle was/is for decades before I started on my Music Albums. I mixed my Native Ancestry into my lifestyle as well. I will ride my pony until I cant ride anymore. Maybe I will find some girls to ride with across the desert here in Southern Nevada / Western Arizona. Maybe in our group When we all get real old we can take a photo together and we all can give you the hi sign. hehehehe.

Ahh yes, Biker Chicks Rule!

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