Thursday, May 6, 2010
She was spectacular, a silver goddess . . . a Valkyrie on her silver chopper bike that seemed to carry its own fog bank with it. She wore a pewter bike helmet with no visor, black fly-like sunglasses, and two mile-long blonde braids that fell down her muscular tan back. Her tank top was tropical blue and it peeked out from under a hard leather vest that corseted her ribs and breasts. Her faded bell bottoms were so tight that I wondered how she got them on those long shapely legs that were foisted in front of her as she cruised that bike through the center of town with only one hand on the handle bars and the other hand on her hips. She owned the road and it occurred to me that I would only see a woman like that below the Mason Dixon Line.