I took my Harley for a ride yesterday. It was way over 30 degrees so I was out with no leathers but denims and t-shirt. In addition to the long blonde hair I was quite obviously a woman, which seems to be a confusing thing for some men – on a Harley.
I had enjoyed the fresh coolness of the wind on my naked arms for a little while as I reached a traffic light in a little village along the way. I sneaked past the row of waiting cars and steered her right in front of the first one, a big SUV. The heat of the engine underneath me drifted up in waves. The SUV suddenly moved closer.
What the .… does he think he’s doing? I thought when I heard a slightly high-pitched male voice that sounded very excited out of the open car window.
Wow! It cried out. I have never seen anything like it.
A woman on a Harley? I wondered half surprised half pleased but aloud.
Yes he nodded wildly. But I think it’s great.
And he obviously had a great need to tell me so.
His wife in the passenger seat however didn’t look as if she found that great at all. The kids in the back just stared. And I drove off, the lights had turned green.
Why is it sexy when women break with gender roles? It doesn’t work the other way round. We might appreciate a man doing housework. But it is far from sexy when they do.
Probably this is another aspect why I feel this bike enhances female power. By refusing to submit to expectations you gain self-respect and even receive admiration. Well, sometimes.
I wonder if his wife was thinking about role models and the unfairness of it, too. I bet she did.
And rightly so.
This Harley has more influence on my self-respect, my sense of power and strength than anything else.
Funny since it is such a male thing, isn’t it?