I was on interstate 5 in the middle of the night heading for Fresno to an MMA run. Alone on a ’48 Panhead I pulled into the Gorman truck stop for fuel and to oil my primary chain. Gorman, the pit of stops at the peek of the Grapevine vibrated to the rumble of constant trucks pulling heavy loads over the historic Cajon Pass.
Folks didn’t converse much, just filled up, grabbed a bite and hit the road. I kicked the Panhead to life and rode a block to a small coffee shop and strolled in to buy a quick cup of Joe. The waitress was tall and cute.
I was a longhaired grubby, grease-soaked biker, but she got me thinking as my green eyes wandered over her voluptuous curves and I wished for a Fresno girl. The thought was delicious but unlikely.
I was certain that 400 guys a night strolled into this coffee stained Formica and glue café and sized up this girl with similar thoughts. I paid her, nodded my respect for her kindness and drank my hot coffee outside in the dark, surrounded by the rumble of careening trucks and terrified motorists.
There is something about being a biker, alone on the road with your thoughts and the mechanical sounds of just your motorcycle rumbling underneath you.
Sure, I wanted to roll into the next town, crawl in a bedroom window, have a night of absolute bliss, a warm steaming breakfast of pancakes and eggs, and maybe peel off her bathrobe once more, before climbing aboard my trusty Panhead for another solo putt to another party.
I pondered the delicious options as I looked at the shots of Michelle. She has been shooting exclusively for BIKERPICS.org since 2005. She just turned 27. Her name is Michelle Laksh, from South Jersey, and she loves the motorcycle industry.
She worked for lead photographer Jack McIntyre directly when they owned Biker Productions (.com), and she traveled to rallies with Jack for many years.
She was the beer tub girl at some, poster model, and will soon to be the hostess of video product reviews for their new store. She’s all-in-all really fun to work with and be with.
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Michelle took me back to girls I met at parties and runs over. The girls who made a hard run to Wyoming, Texas, or Arizona a memorable one, and one I looked forward to every year, because I knew after a long solitary ride she would be there, soft and alabaster, warm and wet, and wanting. Nothing in the world could top her touch.
–Bandit
