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  <body>&lt;p&gt;Christina Shook was a newcomer to San Francisco and she didn't know anyone. Meeting men was no problem but she wasn't meeting any women. She had also just learned to ride a motorcycle. As an aspiring photographer, it all fit together: She would shoot photographs of women motorcyclists. &lt;em&gt;Chicks On Bikes,&lt;/em&gt; the new book of photography&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;published by&amp;nbsp;Paper Wings Publishing,&amp;nbsp;is the result.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The book is loaded with photos of women motorcycle racers, and also a mechanic, a stunt rider, an opera singer, an iron worker, and most especially, everyday women riders. In some instances the photos stand alone, while in others there is a brief bit of prose, telling the stories of the women in the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&quot;Biker Chicks&quot;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shook, as a woman rider herself, clearly revels in the role of &quot;biker chick.&quot; She tells of riding her motorcycle to clubs in San Francisco, wearing a mini-skirt, and parking on the sidewalk right in front of the club. &quot;I always got in free,&quot; she says. &quot;Being a chick biker is just fun. You pull up on your bike and you're not so anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;The idea of women bikers is sexy. There's probably something about motorcycling altogether that's sexy. As a woman biker and author of this book, I'd be na&#239;ve to deny this universal appeal,&quot; says Shook in the book. &quot;Yet the world has taught us that motorcycles are for boys. If a woman is ever in a motorcycle advertisement, she is an object in a bikini or clings to the back of the man riding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;As I began photographing other women bikers and hearing their stories, subtle relationships between the sense of female and mechanical began to emerge. . . I began to loosen my own stereotypes and attitudes about who women bikers are and should be. I saw human nature in the need to be pretty in the plastic flower sandals. Now I consider the nature of power when I talk to the girls who rely on boyfriends to maintain their bikes. I am less shocked at the biggest, meanest looking dykes who you'd barely guess are female but are the kindest and most supportive women I'd want to meet.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Shook tells of one of her first photographs for the book: &quot;I had to call on all my courage and generally gregarious personality to go out and meet all these women. I remember riding along one afternoon and seeing a pair of very large women on an old Yamaha sporting helmets with stickers like &#8216;fuck to come not to conceive.' I rode along next to them admiring their powerful image, and when we stopped at a red light I shouted over to them that I would like to take their picture, and could they please pull over. Instead of treating me like the dingbat I felt like, they kindly pulled over, had a very friendly chat with me and invited me to come by their house and take photos. They were not mean, crude or in any way abrasive; maybe they were even a little shy.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;...And Their Stories&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p&gt;In the book, she didn't want to just focus on the big shots and the beautiful people. Many biker chicks are neither young nor beautiful and &quot;I wanted that whole span to be represented.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite story is the one about Florence Windfall, who took up motorcycling at the age of 45. One of her first rides was to a party at The Lost Ranch, an establishment in the hills above Los Angeles. With two baguettes strapped on the rear of her dual-sport bike she wandered the hills for hours. Finally, exhausted, she fell over and didn't have the energy to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Until she heard a noise and the fear of bears overcame her. Summoning superhuman strength, she got the bike off the ground and rode on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;At long last, past midnight, after 16 hours of riding, she happened upon Lost Ranch and she could see through the kitchen window all her friends sitting playing cards. &#8216;We knew you'd make it,' they said. Apparently they knew her well,&quot; Shook says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another of her subjects gave her a glimpse into the complex mind of a woman rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Another time I was with Alex Elchinoff, a racer and competent grease monkey. We were on the way to do some photographs when we stopped by the drugstore for a jug of wine and found a sale on cosmetics. There was tough, wiry Alex, fixated on the lipstick for well into an hour, finding a range of suitable colors for her admittedly lovely lips. My impatience turned to irony, then to humor, that this woman who had the nerves and focus to go 125mph on a motorcycle could be so easily distracted by the choices of Candy Pink or Dusty Rose.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Shook finds in common among the women she has met and photographed is &quot;A love of riding, a sense of power, endurance and individuality. Each has overcome cultural stereotypes telling us that women can barely drive a car with competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Like the stereotypes say, some of these woman are wild; some are promiscuous too. They might be misfits and outlaws with a taste for drugs and guns. They might smoke more than the national average. They may be a bit more assertive when clad in leather and boots. . . They exist, and I embrace it all along with the teddy bears and unicorns that another rider might sport. They are this and so much more. These images give the world of motorcycling a lot of its distinction and I thank God for them.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;</body>
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  <image-caption>A few of the &quot;chicks&quot; pose for a pic.</image-caption>
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