One of the challenges I have had to face is finding dates. It’s not always easy, as my experiences with Swedish biker girls told me. My first day as a photographer for a biker project turned out well for me career-wise, but it was kind of a blow to my ego as a would-be babe magnet.
Like any warm blooded male, I have always been dreaming of scenarios wherein hot biker chicks turn into wild biker women while fighting for my affection.
I’ll tell you how my charm fell flat on the floor when I was caught in a catfight between several Swedish biker girls, but first let me relate the story of how I found out first hand that Sturgis biker babes can’t resist posing for the camera.
I’ve met Sturgis biker babes who look so hot in their skimpy tank tops that steam seemed to emanate from their bodies. One cute girl in particular looked like she wasn’t wearing anything. She smiled and posed for the camera, and I found myself thinking “finally, I saw a naked biker woman on my first day!”
Unfortunately, she wasn’t really naked. Like most women biker gals, she was wearing one of those peach coloured skimpy tops that covered her assets. It fitted so well that I couldn’t tell from a distance that she was wearing something.
Blonde babes in a fight.
Blame it on the times I’ve fantasized over wild biker women and girls in easy rider magazine, or the biker babes wallpaper that I and my buddies collect, but I just cannot get enough of hot biker chicks and their picture-perfect, biker calendar worthy bodies.
So I clicked my way through the crowd until I chanced upon my assignment. It wasn’t a professional assignment, but rather something that my buddies bribed me to do for them in exchange for them doing my laundry for a week.
I had to take photos of lesbian bikers in the throes of adrenaline-induced pleasure while I’m on location. I turned one corner and found sexy biker girls having a catfight.
They were speaking another language, and that’s how I found out they were Swedish biker girls. One girl pushed another and they rolled in the dust. I was right there clicking like crazy until one girl noticed me and cried “Press! Get him!”
That was my adventure with some hot girls on location. Until now, I still daydream they were running after me for a reason other than to rip my head off - ah well.