Pink can be tough, too

I am about to write two things that will blow your mind.
1. I got a motorcycle.
2. I like pink.

OK, the second one might not shock you. I thought it was pretty obvious to anyone who’s ever met me or not even met me or just heard my name or knows I’m a fashion columnist. I mean, I wear tutus and stilettos to the grocery store. And soon, I will be wearing that underneath a riding jacket and helmet. (Which I keep calling “hat”… helmet is such a gross word.)

I went to the Longmont Kawasaki dealer this weekend to look at the riding gear and was delighted at what I found. Tight leather jackets. Urban-print hats, er, helmets. Leather gloves. I decided even if I wasn’t getting a bike, I would do my shopping there.

The sales associate kept pulling out the black and gray jackets. A red helmet. Silver. Finally, I asked him about the pink paraphernalia.

“You don’t look like the kind of girl who likes pink.” That was his response.

What? I don’t look like I like pink? My life revolves around poodles and lipstick. My bathroom is pink. My fingernails were pink. My HAIR is freaking pink. If I don’t look like the kind of girl who likes pink, who does? That’s like saying Simon Cowell doesn’t look like a black T-shirt kind of guy.

In spite of that dude’s comment, here is some of my favorite pink motorcycle gear:

$74.98, www.biker-leather-jacket.com