The Cute Factor

When people think of a woman riding a motorcycle, the first thing that comes to mind is "biker chick."  Visions of leather chaps, fringe, leather halter and tough girl tattoos crop up for most people. I always get asked about my "leathers" and other riding gear. It's hard to explain to non-bikers that there are loads of different types of bikes on the road, several different types of riders and lots of different looks. My Suzuki is a street bike; it's blue and white with a splash of red graphics. It doesn't look tough, or rad, or muscle-like. Actually, it looks kind of ... well... cute. It doesn't have big loud pipes. It purrrs.

I do struggle, however, with the look. I don't actually have a look yet. I want a look. I want a cute look that goes with my cute bike. My Shoei helmet is white, to be seen clearly by others. My  black jacket and pants, both Scorpion, are high quality textile, made for women and very functional. They both come with removeable liners and vents, and the jacket even has a neck muffler for those super cold days. The jacket fits well, but the pants are not the least bit flattering. They are similar to ski gear only worse. Great for riding, but terrible to walk around in when you've reached your destination.

For starters, I'd like some different gear, a red jacket, a flashy helmet, some cool riding boots. This stuff, however, is not cheap, nor is most of it readily available for the woman rider. The selection is limited. At least what I currently have is good quality, safe and comfortable while I'm on the bike. I've considered having my helmet custom painted. How cool would that be? However, the cost would outweigh the cost of helmet itself, which was substantial even in Plain Jane White.

So concentrating on the post ride attire,  I try to wear something presentable underneath my gear so I can remove the layers, don some strappy sandals, shake out the hair and look put together when entering the scene of a party, restaurant or event. So far, I have not accomplished my goal. I make my grand entrances looking disheveled, unfashionable, and sweaty.

I will continue working on this dilemma. I try to take note of what other women are wearing when I'm out riding the ferry and meeting other bikers. Frankly, they sort of look like me. Whether they are the tough biker chicks on their Harley's or the sport bike riders, I can see we all have the same general "I just pulled my head out of a helmet" look.

One thing is for certain. When I'm on the bike, riding the ride, I do not give a rat's booty what I look like!