McFearsome - Big, throbbing, powerful, girl?
| This is one I've always
found mystifying.
Why do you blokes all insist your vehicles are female, when they all, quite obviously, display very masculine, dare I say, blokey, characteristics? I had this argument the other day about a Hilux 4WD diesel ute. A great big thing that's designed to pull heavy loads. It's a workhorse, its suspension is pumped up to carry a payload and it has a minimum of creature comforts. Sounds like a bloke to me. But its owner insists it's a girl. If a 4WD diesel Hilux is a girl, I argued, it must have hairy armpits. It's got to be your stereotypical diesel dyke. And so it is. Affectionately known as Butch. But I fail to understand frighteningly fast CBR900RR Fireblades which are most definitely girls. The much-maligned (well, by me anyway) Harley Davidson, which has got to be a bloke in the full throes of a mid-life crisis, but determinedly female. Even that esteemed marque Triumph, maker of chivalrous and valiant gentlemen (in my opinion) since early last century - all girls. Of course the answer's fairly obvious when it's a straight bloke talking - fears about latent homosexuality. No red-blooded bloke is going to admit to riding another bloke, especially if what's being ridden is big and powerful and throbs. Any my bikes? First there was Robert, a very tired 1980 CB250. I forget why he was called Robert, but he was patient and faithful and refused to do anything he didn't approve of. Like going faster than 100km/h. Then there was a very short stint on a
DT175 known as the mechanical camel. Then there was my husband, a 1981 GS 1000G. Slightly battered, big, solid, not terribly exciting, but oh-so-reliable. It never let me down and we did nearly 100,000km all over Australia together. And now I have the toy boy, a 1984 FJ1100. He's in damn good shape, fast, sounds good and he's only 16! MCNEWS.COM.AU |