Meet The Dahlias: Michigan's Newest Women-Only Riding Club
I’ve always been impressed by those blessed with the courage hop on the two wheeled death machines known to most as motorcycles. And while I often complain about the obnoxious revving of engines or fearful moments on the highway as a heard of bikes blows by me at break neck speeds, deep down, I know my rage stems from misguided jealously. Ever since I saw a clip of Chad Smith of the Red Hot Chili Peppers cruising through the Hollywood Hills on his glistening silver steed, wind blowing throug...