That would be cool-like the one that on the property next door had last Saturday night-redneck bikers, beer, rock and roll-she’d have to lose the f’me pumps, though, and even then I can’t picture her on the back of a hog...
I’m currently having to remember to open doors for myself, since I’ve not had to for 5 days.
The most awesome thing was when an upstate NY biker bent a knee and kissed my hand.
You get what give, from bikers.
I’m thinking her experiences might not be as pleasant as my own. :)