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February 25, 2025
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You see a woman on a bike, ink on her skin, wind in her hair—you think you know her? Think again. Bikers and tattoos, they ain’t just decoration, they’re a creed, a battle cry, a map of the miles we’ve burned and the lives we’ve lived. Every inked line is a story, every ride a new chapter. Now, a bunny tattoo—that might make some folks scoff. Cute, right? Playful? But they don’t see the truth behind it. The bunny ain’t just soft fur and twitching ears. It’s fast. It’s clever. It survives in a world that hunts it, never backing down, never losing its speed. That’s the spirit of the road, of the woman who rides hard and refuses to be caught. A biker doesn’t get a bunny inked on her skin for show. She does it because she knows what it means—to be underestimated, quick-witted, free. She wears that ink like she wears her leather—like armor. Because the road belongs to those who carve their own path, and a woman on two wheels, with a bunny on her skin? She ain’t running. She’s leading the pack.
