The Cup of Life.
Among the two-wheeled riders there are both free-flying birds and "clubbing" ones. They coexist peacefully with each other, organizing all-season events, joint film screenings, etc. Each club has its own charter, which is followed by all its members, as well as symbols, name, chapts (local groups) and branches in other cities. The President's decision must be unconditionally implemented. Usually there are several vice presidents who are appointed by the boss and are responsible for the branches. When you join the club, you usually have some kind of candidate experience, after which all the friends of the club members are automatically yours - as are the enemies, if any. Strawberries are friends with families and always help each other, some clubs can unite to form some kind of joint organization or to achieve good social goals. In general, bikers are a vibrant collectivist, self-organizing culture like the Sikhs in India. It carries the good, organizes young people and cultivates fairly strict rules to help them harden and become strong. It is not easy for people to sympathize with bikers in general. Young girls sigh and ask to go for a ride (albeit in the back seat), and the guys will cautiously appreciate the "excellent moz", and will certainly ask about the price, cubes and liters. People get a little numb only when a motorized horde rides around the city, drawn into the skin of barbarians, with a massive noise attack. But with this order of traveling knights, many do not mind to become friends. Somehow, the night rides along the Black Sea coast, we suddenly smelled the smell of beer hanging in the air. We sniffed and found a small pool filled with proto-alcoholic substance nearby. Needless to say, we were warmly welcomed by the natives... but it is inconvenient to swim in beer, our eyes are pinching.
There are a lot of such stories on the account of any biker. My acquaintance Lesic at the age of 17 couldn't prepare for the final exams: he didn't sleep at night, turned around, thought, hedged - there wasn't enough money to buy IJ, about which he dreamed, working as a loader after school. And then Lesic saw this IJ right on Palace Square in St. Petersburg. He came up to the owner and said, "Come with me, I'll take him. And from the courtyard he started shouting to his parents: "Look - I need him! I found what I was looking for! - Why? How many? You will crash..." He didn't come home that night anymore - he was skating, "rustling", trying on the proverb "humpback grave will fix". But he passed the exams well, proudly arriving at school in a jacket and on a motorcycle.
Traffic police, we must admit, do not like bikers. Once my two friends were riding, they were slowed down by a traffic policeman, and they only gave off gas... The inspector only threw a striped baton in their hearts from such impudence. And he who drove from behind, caught it - still keeps it as a trophy symbol of the convoluted liberty.
Sexual question
Of course, it is common to think that technology is a man's destiny, and it is not a woman's business to drink beer, go to the "far distance" and unite with hardened bikers in every way. It is clear that not every girl knows the technique, and sometimes it is difficult for us, fragile creatures, to screw on some detail or nut. In the U.S., the same women's biker association even awarded awards for the promotion of extreme sports in motorcycle racing. Although we have desperately brave girls, ready to give a hundred points forward to any motorcyclist. Proving that you can be on an equal footing with the guys is not easy, respect deserves a long time, through real victories and accomplishments, without indulgence. After all, a lot of girls saddle the wheels to sparkle hip steepness, and eventually fall into various troubles: sometimes on the side of the road, then in the swamp, complaining then that they did not take a swimsuit. Sometimes they just don't have the strength to keep a two-wheeled friend from hitting a rock or tripping over a potholes.
Therefore, the experienced bike lady is, from my point of view, a diagnosis: fearless, confident, strong and knowing the price. And, of course, it is a kind of techno aesthetics. Bike ladies do not suffer from depression, do not think about hair and manicure, and sometimes even about their appearance. But the age of girls on a motorcycle is shorter than that of a woman - what husband would like his wife, always wandering by risky azimuths, who smells not perfume, but gasoline, and instead of love inspiration sublimated constant anxiety? Therefore, only a few can devote themselves fully to the bike movement, the rest go to the amateur, although they are not lured to the back seat.