




I would be the worst biker chick. Ever.
I can barely bike, much less stay balanced on something with an engine. I feel awkward straddling large bearded man. My hair looks bad wind-tousled. Also, I hate driving/being on the road. Save for the fact that leather and studs and to bikers like denim and cotton, being a biker sounds like the worst profession ever. But, I couldn’t resist grabbing a picture next to this ride parked outside Chictopia’s office.
On a brighter note, my haircut is looking less like Velma’s from Scooby Doo, thank god.
