Winter 1997/98
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or It's Fashionable To Be Tough
by Kristin Leary |
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Since
I began motorcycling, I've constantly been amazed with the
diverse types of women involved in motorcycling. They are
young, old, thin, not-so-thin, white, black, short, tall,
professional business women and professional moms. But even
more interesting is the clothing they choose to
wear! Most people would
agree that it's difficult to be fashionable when it's 38
degrees and you're wearing all the clothing you brought
along, or when it's pouring rain and you've got on canary
yellow rain gear, or especially when you're on a long tour
and haven't showered for days. However, things are different
when it's 95 and sunny. Fashion takes on a new meaning for
many female bikers. I recall my first
experience at Sturgis. As many of you know all too well,
Sturgis in August is hot as hell. Forewarned, I packed along
what I thought would be appropriate clothing &endash; neon
running shorts and a swim suit top. It took me about 15
minutes to realize that 1. my very bright colors stood out
in this very "black" crowd, and 2. I was overdressed for
this event. Women were making
bold fashion statements everywhere. I saw it all: tassels on
nipples, bodyweb suits (a bodysuit attacked by scissors,
until mostly flesh is visible), studded dog collars attached
to leather boob rings...and the women who didn't think it
was necessary to wear a top at all when the tattoos on their
breasts would be sufficient. Cosmo and Glamour magazines
would have been impressed by the amount of flesh exposed. I
know most of the men were. Some women say
they feel a lot of pressure to be fashionable motorcyclists.
I've often wondered where this "pressure" comes from. Does
it come from their male counterparts wanting them to be a
stylish biker chick? Is it from seeing gorgeous models in
motorcycling magazines and wanting to look like them? Or is
it from going to events like Sturgis where women "one-up"
each other? This question will remain one of the world's
great mysteries. I respect
individuality and preferences that are different from mine.
But where exactly is the line that distinguishes the 'wild'
from the 'wacko'? I wonder if these fashionable biker chicks
actually consider themselves motorcyclists? Is it the
statement they want to make with tassels and tattoos on
their weekend away from their office job, or is it because
of their love for the open road? I'd hope it's the
latter. And just in case
you're wondering what I wear to Sturgis now, I must admit
that I've become a conservative conformist....I don any type
of black clothing I can find. My neon outfit is reserved
strictly for the beach. M.M.M.

* This article originally
appeared in the Winter
1997/98 issue of Minnesota
Motorcycle Monthly.
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