Runner rode like the devil herself was after her. She didn’t think about the why or how, the longer she rode, the less she thought at all. It was just her, the machine between her legs, and the wind. She barely remembered riding through Orlando as she made her way north to US 301, the road hypnotizing her, calming her, bringing her a sense...
Wild, free, brave, strong, we really are the whole package, we women who see the world from behind sunglasses rather than a windshield. Modern day pioneers, picking up the gauntlet for Gloria, Nancy and the other women brave enough to take on the world from behind the bars.