Former biker chick here, but not myself, I prefer to be a passenger, squeezing my honey...
We used to be in a club, even had colors, and went on runs. They were so fun, you follow the dots on the road, 3 to turn right, 2 to turn left, 1 for straight. Never knew where we'd end up, but it was always at some kicka$$ picnic area, near a bar, with a great band, vendors selling pins, doing tatoos, peircings, t-shirts, etc, and always for a good cause like the toys for tots run.
Used to have some fun contests too. I will have to scan and post my pic while standing on the back of our friends bike (hubby refused to do this) trying to eat the hotdog hanging from a goal post. Didn't get the hotdog, just a face full of mustard. Did not participate in the wet t-shirt contests tho, hubby enjoyed them tho!
My favorite run was one where one of our newer and very uninhibited members got himself a weenie peircing and proudly displayed it to ayone who would look. We were just cracking up.
But, once we had kids, my hubby refused to take me on the bike. Said he would not make our kids orphans. He was in two accidents, once he skidded behind me as I drove the station wagon on a run, 8 months preg, and ended up w his wheel under my car! I was going super slow too b/c It was starting to rain/mist so slightly.
Then some old geezer turned directly in front of him. He T-boned her, rolled over her hood, landed on his arse and hand on the road. Bytch gets out of her car, and says to him..."Look what you did to my car!!" I wanted to slap her one in court!
He still rides but not as often. It is really tough to drive around here, so much traffic, no respect for bikers, it's taken the joy out of it. But he still won't sell his '83 Roadster.