I have flashes of the times when I learned to dirt bike ride when I was 8 and when my uncle took me out on his Harley Sportster at the age of 13 and falling in love with riding. After graduating from High School I celebrated by taking a 4500 mile motorcycle trip from Denver to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida with a boyfriend. We shared the controls but I really fell in love with riding on the open road on two wheels. A few years later, being left back at the campground by a boyfriend as he took off by himself in Sturgis on his motorcycle, I vowed I would get my own bike one day. At the age of 23, two years before my self-proclaimed goal of 25, I bought my own custom Harley Davidson Softail on the spot. From the first time I took my bike out it has felt like an extension of me and I am proud when people comment about how well the bike fits me. One of the reasons I was drawn to my bike was because of the tall ape hanger handle bars and fat bob tanks. It always gets people’s head turning, my first trip down Main Street in Sturgis on my very own bike was mind blowing. But, fast forward a little and I remember wandering around Sturgis in 2003, frustrated that I could not find any kind of biker apparel that could express what I feel when I ride: freedom, independence and empowerment. I decided to leave an established career in 2004 to pursue a dream of providing a clothing line to fellow women riders and One Bad Bitch was born.