Is it the low rider seat?
Is it the basket?
Is it her killer calves?
Is it her free flowing hair?
Wait, free flowing hair? My hair isn't free when I ride.
That's because my hair's stuck under a stinky helmet. I'd been riding around Sydney all day, sweating under this bowling ball that's supposed to be my life jacket on Sydney roads. When I stopped for a pit stopped in Enmore I saw this chic cruising along.
High Five to the http://helmetfreedom.org/ group for starting this campaign to abolish antiquated non-sensical laws that deters more people from riding that it saves.
Check this parody of mandatory life jackets to understand the parallels.