I was hired to do a party at Harley-Davidson Miracle Mile in Great Neck on May 20th where I was spirited away into a small dressing room set up with a table and two chairs. Here’s what I found out–biker chicks used to be abused women who sat on the backs of hogs’ bikes. Now they own the bikes and their own homes and businesses too. I read for a biker chick lawyer, a school principal, a court reporter and every other respectable career you could think of. I blew their minds and they blew mine!
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