York, PA – “My Panties For a Harley Jacket” – The Women’s Expo – October 7, 2000

“I traded my underwear for a Harley Davidson jacket.”

“You did WHAT?!” screeched my mom over the phone.

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t wearing them.”

“Excuse me what?!” Apparently my wearing them wasn’t mom’s main concern. “Back up. Where are you? tell me what you’re talking about?!?”

“Soucy and I flew in for a one-off at a woman’s expo in Pennsylvania and it turned out to be a Harley convention with booths and food and tons of people in grey long beards and – ”

“O K A Y ?” she was still confused.

“And this guy named Michael drove me onto the stage on the back of his motorcycle with my hair all flowing out behind me.  It was wild mama.”

“Y A A A,”

“And I complimented Michael on his cool leather jacket when he dropped me at my mic stand. Did you know York, PA is where the manufacture Harleys?”

“So how did you end up losing your panties?!”

“After the show the promoters, Michael and a huge crew of his rider friends and their girlfriends all helped me sell CDs.  Then they wanted me to sign their denim shirts and leather hats which of course I did, and then they insisted I pose with them on their bikes – ”

“Sally!” sigh, “please get to the point.”

“So, when we were done, fifteen of them took me aside as a group and said, “can we get your underwear?”

“They just out and asked you?!”

“Ya.”

“And you said YES?!?!?!”

“NO!!! I said no.” Pause  “But then they said they’d trade me for Michael’s leather jacket and I said ‘sure.’”

“You said sure!?”

“They said they wanted ‘um dirty.”

“WHAT?!?!?!”

“Ya.  Isn’t that freaky?  Especially the women in the group, they insisted.  So I said I was just going to excuse myself to slip out of them and instead, I grabbed a clean pair out of my gig bag, threw them to the wolves and Soucy and I headed out the door.”

“Sally Taylor!”

“The jacket is really awesome mama.”

“SALLY TAYLOR!”