Monthly Archives: November 2011

Before Biker Babe there was Hippie Dippie Hope

One day, I just decided enough was enough. The world was passing me by. Shortly after watching the first moon landing on Rick’s aunt’s flickery black and white TV, I made a vow to myself. “I gotta get outta here and into the action.” It was a time of war protests, riots in Berkeley, the People demanding to be Heard!

I bought a bus ticket to Frisco, and was on my way. To where? I didn’t know or care. Something would turn up. It did. When I got off of the bus station, a sylph-like young woman with frizzy blond hair and gauzy, gypsy-esque clothing, handed me a flower and said, “Peace and Love.” I was supposed to then give her money, but instead, I said, “Want to join the cause. Who can I talk to about that?” Continue reading

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Biker Babe

When I was a young girl of 13, the most fearsome creatures on the planet were the members of the Hell’s Angel’s motorcycle gang. They would roar through town, leather jackets, long hair flying, tatoos, beards, chains, the darkest glasses, leather boots, and bandanas around their brows. They were sooo cool and sooo scary. Continue reading

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