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I rode my motorcycle to Muskegon Bike Time last Saturday and spent all day there and had a great time. I wore short jean shorts and a tight top and took along sandals to walk around in. I remembered to grease up my legs and arms with sun screen as soon as I parked the bike this time. I had a lot of "feel good" moments at the rally. Even though there were lots of young hotties walking around, men came up to ME and asked me to pose with them for pictures. One man offered me money if I would show him my boobs, but I said no.
In the evening, I parked my bike over by the concert so I could sit on it sidesaddle while I listened to the bands. Just before the first band started, I saw another transvestite walk by. That's not good. You're not supposed to know. Especially at a biker rally. Bikers can be rude, crude, or worse. But I really do applaud her courage in going out. She was wearing short shorts, a semi-transparent top, and biker boots. She had good hair, boobs, nice legs, decent makeup. Her main problem was her walk. There were some other things, but that was the giveaway. Her walk was all man. Long stride, knees out, ape arms, stiff hips. I saw her leave after the first band and wondered if someone had given her a hard time. If I could have caught up to her, I would have offered to meet her another day and help her learn to pass better. I'd love to have a friend like that to do things with together. I watched for her for a long time to come back, but she never did.
I bought a really pretty pair of leather chaps, with a big red rose embossed on the upper thigh and leather fringe down the legs. What a nice day! |
