
Kaori Shoji
Japan Times: Confessions of a biker girl -- those were the days!
Despite my current overworked, wage-slave status, I still remember when I was able to wield some power. I actually had underlings bow as I strode along the corridors in high school, and a lot of the teachers were just too scared to talk to me. I could quell a guy twice my size with one good gan (stare) aimed from the upper-left corner of my eye, and the weaker of the female students used to cross the street when they saw me coming. One of them dissolved into tears just because we happened to be alone in the girls' bathroom, with me blowing smoke rings at the mirror. Yes, I was what is known as a zoku (member of a motorcycle tribe), and to put it quite frankly, me and my mabudachi (best girlfriends) could have made Marlon Brando of "The Wild One" hitch up those cute black jeans and run for cover...more...