The Harley’s slowly rolled up to the Joshua Tree Air B&B, past the cactuses, the hoarded trailer parks, confederate flags and broken down dive bars. Dressed in head to toe leather, chaps, and full blacked-out face helmets, 15 ladies from all over California reunited in motorcycle heaven. This tight-knit group involves some long-time riders who have been doing this type of thing for years and some are new to the crew, like me, who flew into LA the night before from Vancouver, BC.
Like an old-time Sonny Barger movie this group rides tight, reckless but totally in control, and drinks beer and does donuts at their destination. I have never been so quickly accepted into a crew as rad as this one. Bikes that out weigh their rider 4 fold, these women look like they were born on their machines and they’re flying at 80 miles an hour at an arms length away from my hip.