you know you are a true female rider if...
you have broke a nail on your clutch or front brake
(nope... no nails because they rip the linings of my gloves)
the only perfume you smell like is eu de exhuast
(and eu de turtlewax)
you have specific riding shoes so you don't have shifter marks on your cute ones
(my cutest shoes are Sidi boots - and the scuff marks just make them cuter!)
your helmet has makeup on the inside of it
(and lip gloss on the inside of the visor)
you have ripped out your earings puttin your helmet on or taking it off
(so far so good... always remembered to remove my ear-rings just before the critical moment)
you would rather ride your bike than your boyfriend
(ummm... can I have both? Or is that greedy?)
you would rather talk about fuel injected vs carbourated, than coach vs dooney
(who vs whom?)
you have forgotten what heels are
(heels are useful for hooking over the pegs to rest your legs on a long ride)
you would rather have clothes from icon, a star, joe rocket, than gucci, prada, or valentino
(ooooh who mentioned Rossi?)
you have asked your boyfriend/husband for parts for your bike instead of jewlery
(I got a helmet for my birthday and this Xmas I want a centre stand for the Volty. That's enough bling for me!)
You shop more at the dealerships than you do the mall
(eww malls... only useful for slow-riding practise in the car park)
You know that a Power Commander is not a sex toy
(I would like to dispute that)
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