Blond beach model Chloe Stone has unwittingly showed all models how to unveil a motorbike like a queen.
Stone from the South Coast in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, was contracted to do the leggy modelling thing at the Royal Enfield bike stand at the 2013 Durban Motoring Show, held on 7-9 November 2013.
Instead, the 2013 Miss uShaka memorised a bit more than most guys ever learn about the bikes she was hired to grace with her curves She then proceeded to dazzle all comers with a broad smile and enough bike jargon to make men nudge each other and break out into a light sweat.
Why is it so sexy when a sexy girl speak about engines?
I'll let the photos below do the talking.
Take note girls, this is how you add elegance, poise and a lot of class to a biker's world.
What bike?
Oh, some old thing from Chennai in India with a 535 cc engine that runs on equals parts nostalgia and fond memories. It is called the Continental GT and is supposed to make bikers who were teens in the 1960 part with about R75,000 to claw back some of those taut stomach times.
I was assured the bikes no longer mark their territory with a puddle of oil. Mayhaps now young 'uns can also like to own them.
Stone from the South Coast in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, was contracted to do the leggy modelling thing at the Royal Enfield bike stand at the 2013 Durban Motoring Show, held on 7-9 November 2013.
Instead, the 2013 Miss uShaka memorised a bit more than most guys ever learn about the bikes she was hired to grace with her curves She then proceeded to dazzle all comers with a broad smile and enough bike jargon to make men nudge each other and break out into a light sweat.
Why is it so sexy when a sexy girl speak about engines?
I'll let the photos below do the talking.
Take note girls, this is how you add elegance, poise and a lot of class to a biker's world.
What bike?
Oh, some old thing from Chennai in India with a 535 cc engine that runs on equals parts nostalgia and fond memories. It is called the Continental GT and is supposed to make bikers who were teens in the 1960 part with about R75,000 to claw back some of those taut stomach times.
I was assured the bikes no longer mark their territory with a puddle of oil. Mayhaps now young 'uns can also like to own them.