Visiting The Queen of the Roadside – Nitro Girl

Visiting The Queen of the Roadside – Nitro Girl

For all of the cliche popular images of the scary, hardened bikers – I feel like I must exist on the opposite end of the spectrum. When I’m out and about on my bike strangers approach and talk to me all the time. So much for a tough image.

I don’t think that I have an exceptionally friendly face or anything. Besides, most of the time people seem to want to talk to me when I still have my helmet on. No one talks to me when I drive my car anywhere. Is it the same for you?

nitro girl uniroyal gal

Just last week while traveling through New Jersey, I stopped off to snap a picture of Nitro Girl. She’s the coolest Uniroyal Gal around. She stands outside of Werbany Tire Town Β in the town of Blackwood.

nitro gal new jersey uniroyal gal

I parked my bike, took out my camera and snapped a few photos. One of the customers who was having his car worked on walked over to me and said “If you like her, they have bobbleheads inside.”

Jackpot! Thanks, helpful stranger guy!

nitro girl bobblehead

Ten bucks later I was jamming my very own NG into my sidebag. Admittedly, I was probably more excited than is healthy. πŸ™‚

Interesting – The website lists the bobbleheads at $25. The fella in the shop charged me $10. Did I get a deal because I looked like a hobo or have they been marked down? Who marks down Nitro Girl?!

6 Replies to “Visiting The Queen of the Roadside – Nitro Girl”

  1. My husband says I look like a total badass with all the black leather chaps and jacket riding a Harley – and then I give a big goofy smile and start talking. The biker persona goes out the window! Out comes the middle aged nurse just looking for some wind therapy!

  2. Cool!

    People talk to me a bit when I’m on the bike, but nothing like back when I was riding a scooter regularly. I swear I could have been in the middle of the desert, 40 miles from anywhere, and someone would pop up to chat the second I stopped.

    On the bike, the people who talk to me are mostly just random women asking me to take them for a ride (I always politely decline).

  3. People stop to talk to me all the time – maybe because women riders are relatively rare in my neck of the woods. And, like you mentioned in your last blog, I love it when little girls take notice of me. I will stop to wave at, or talk to, any little kid who takes notice.

    My summer jacket is pink so even as I’m riding they can see I’m a woman. When I notice the kids looking out their car windows at me I’ll wave. One girl came up to me as I was parked at the grocery store and her mom said she wanted to see my bike. The girl was too shy to talk to me (she was about 5) but her eyes were as big as saucers looking at my bike, and her smile was radiant. I told her she could ride a bike like mine someday, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. That makes my day. πŸ™‚

  4. Nitro Girl’s boots look like Wonder Woman’s boots. Think they share or just both buy from the same website? πŸ˜‰

    I usually only get talked to when I am on my bike and it is usually about the bike. I am fine with people not talking while I am in the car. Socializing on a small scale is enough for moi.

  5. Its weird what happens when you are on your bike. I have people wave to me who aren’t riding. I also see a look of surprise when they look at me as I go buy in my diva red glasses under my helmet and realize I am a woman, I usually get a smile or wave or if I am stopped at a traffic light people will strike up a conversation. On a few occasions when I have been schlepping up to my office in all my gear in the elevator some people stare, others strike up a conversation and on a few occasions I have been told I am an inspiration. When I get a comment like that it makes me think hmmm, maybe I am the littlest bit cool! I am probably on that same end of the biker spectrum you are and I enjoy it every bit!

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