Biker babe dating
If the bartender locks the doors, they know something bad is about to happen, and you should consider cowering behind the bar.
The patches on a biker’s jacket tell a story -- among other things, what club the wearer’s part of, whether it’s a Motorcycle Club or Riding Club, what city he’s from, what territory his club claims (MCs only; RCs don’t claim territory), and whether he’s a prospect or a member.
Most of these runs are organized by MCs (sometimes even outlaw clubs) to help someone in need.
If you look terrified, they’ll feed off that too, but not necessarily because they’re bullies.
So, we thought we’d examine the topic from a different perspective. I mean, if you re-read the thing (and I think you should), you’ll see this is clearly a cry for help.
Would you believe we found an actual woman who rides motorcycles to write this one? I got a chuckle from last week’s "Ten Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Date a Motorcyclist." But something in the satire made me feel... First of all, the author uses the word “motorcyclist” to exclusively define the heterosexual male rider, so right there, you know he’s either ancient or been hiding under a rock. Secondly, the poor guy must be so beat down by the unrealistic expectations of non-riding females, he’s actually trying to talk them out of dating him (and you, too, if you’re a heterosexual male who rides a motorcycle). Then, he’s outing his rare disorder of the nasal mucosa, which apparently, a lot of heterosexual males who ride motorcycles suffer from.
If your chaps still squeak, it means they spend most of their time hanging in the closet. Do not pick any pop, rap, or tired classics like “Free Bird”.
If your black jacket hasn’t been grayed out from exposure, same thing. Instead, think Hank 3, The Highwaymen, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Molly Hatchet, or something off Tom Petty’s If a woman who looks like a cross between Pink and Joan Jett cozies up to the jukebox and asks what you’re playing, just step away and let her play her songs with your money.