You know, women on motorcycles are the same as women in cars. This bike pulled up beside me and paced me (not something they usually do). So I looked over. Thin, pretty woman (meaning not biker trash) out for a cruise on her Harley. Hehe. The pacing was her way of giving me a chance to check her out. Women in cars do it all the time. I suspect much of the time they don’t realize they’re doing it. Not that I mind.