I am a big friendly guy. I talk to people. I try to get their stories. In this case I failed. The woman who rode this 1990 Harley Davidson, would not pose with her bike. She did not want to be photographed. I wanted to shoot her. Only, at the time I thought she was a he. It was only after I spoke to her that I realized that the tattooed and rugged looking person fueling the bike was a woman, and she did not like me.
She let me shoot her ride. She’s owned it for two years and it is her weekend pride and joy. I can see why.
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