• Wind snaking through her hair
    Her shades encasing little gnats
    The hot sticky pavement
    Disappears under her with ease
    She can’t be stopped
    As she rev's and races forward
    The leather hugging her curves accents
    The red chrome finish blazing in the sunset
    She looks down at the small girl
    Holding onto the gas cap with cold pink fingers
    Pretending to be as classy and cool
    As her Motorcycle Mom