Now that I've finally managed to select the correct leather jacket - appropriately practical yet adequately stylish, I needed to put my 'helmet hair' fear aside and get on a moving motorbike.
Today I officially became a biker chick. True, I never thought I'd find myself perched on a bike, exposed to the elements without a safety screen or metal car shell to protect me but...I liked it.
There wasn't much scope for vanity when it came to choosing my clothes. Funny that. When it comes to life or death, one normally goes with the sensible option. So, black jeans, a woolly jumper and the biker gear were the (arguably) boring extent of it.
But let's not forget the truly stylish element of this scene. Without question, whizzing around the beautiful English countryside, with the crisp wind against my skin and noticing details of the journey that I never would in a car, was the style twist to my journey. Who knew trees were so beautiful? Well I guess I did, but my appreciation for a journey's scenery was heightened ten fold during my hour-long road trip.
Now, to the helmet hair. It was, as I'd feared, horrendous beyond compare. Dull, flat, lifeless. Cheryl Cole would've had L'Oreal advert fodder for a year if she'd caught a glimpse of me as I snuck into a coffee shop mid-journey for an excruciatingly over-priced hot beverage with my driver.
I'll have to give the hair planning a great deal more thought before my biking adventure to Paris for Valentines Day. It certainly wouldn't do to be seen in the world's fashion capital looking like I did today. I might not even get through passport control...
Style Twist - not even the most stylish person I know x
