Maybe all these reasons penned herein are why women are the fastest growing market in the motorcycle culture. It’s interesting to note that the average age of a chrome cowgirl is 42, with an income of $50K plus -- a dream demographic for many. Women from all walks in life ride motorcycles. This makes sense because all kinds of females want to engage their ageless wild child and ride free, far and away, and simply take time for themselves--just like a young college chickie yearns for spring break.
“Come away, into YOUR OWN space, just you and me, baby,” beckons that sleek machine, “Let me let you be.” And you sink into that saddle, turn on that ignition, twist the throttle and fire up that engine. Your arrival is announced at the moment the motorcycle roars to life. Action speaking louder than words.
Life before the bike….ugh. I can’t imagine. She’s changed EVERYTHING. My life IS and I AM because of this motorcycle.
This summer I’m about to embark upon another Kiss My Sass journey because Tigerlily is urging me on a new voyage to course correct my way of thinking, to reveal even more power within my soul, to discover what dreams need nourishment, and to expose a new chapter in my 4th decade. I can’t let go of the young girl inside me. I love her innocent free spirit. I want to be forever young at heart and mind and activity. I want to embrace the new chapter, but I need help from Tigerlily.
Indeed, I continue to blossom thanks to the miracle growth nurturing that I receive from my rolling piece of artwork. She’s a piece of work alright, mysteriously reinventing me with every mile, whether I think I need it or not. She just assumes that liberty. Thanks to my precious motorcycle experiences, I now have a Tigerlily tattooed on my upper right shoulder blade. My soul symbol manifested onto my skin because my motorcycle is an extension of my soul. We have only just begun the reinvention journey that surely is all in the curves. There's roar to life than meets my mind.
