Lucha Libre Taco Shop & Moto Chicks

Jonny from San Diego Riders had been telling us that his group meets up for Taco Tuesday at a random taqueria in the city. When I found out the next hang out would be at Lucha Libre, there was just no way I could miss it.

Besides, Brittany Morrow, also known as “Road Rash Queen”, messaged me saying she would be there. I had met Brittany at the Quality Control Party the previous weekend in Long Beach, and wanted to hang out with her some more.

Lucha Libre was made famous when Adam Richman from “Man Vs. Food” featured it on his television show. The Mexican wrestler-themed taco shop now sees long lines stretching out the door waiting to get a smackdown of its pile-driving fare.

I was really impressed with Lulu Mini, a gal who stands at my height, 4″11″, and rides a Kawasaki Ninja 300. I say impressed, because at one point she shouted out at male rider, “Suck my dick!”, which is something that I often say. I wanted to get to know her better.

With a plate of rolled tacos smothered in guacamole and pico de gallo sitting in front of me, Brittany sat down next to Lulu and I and the three of us talked about ourselves and our passion for riding. Brittany plans to be a speaker at the upcoming Steel horse Sisterhood Summit this June. She built a career in motorcycling after suffering an accident that left her with extensive road rash. She now runs a business called “Rock the Gear” where she advocates wearing safety gear. She also works for Icon Motorsports as a brand manager.

After tacos, the group decided to ride to Lestat’s Coffee Shop in Normal Heights to continue the hang out. Steve and I decided to follow along and join them. After Lestats, it had gotten late and Steve and I needed to get back home. Meanwhile, the group left for their next hang out, going into midnight on a Tuesday.

I was really impressed with how tight these guys and gals ride together. We took a moderately busy freeway, with the riders in side-by-side formation, weaving in and out of traffic in sync with each other.  It was almost like watching a flock of birds turning left and right with no other signal but the intuition in their heads.

It means something to me that a group of co-ed riders are so uniquely open with each other, that they become uniquely close. In most motorcycle circles, it would be called “brotherhood”, but perhaps there should be another word like, “connection” or “synchronicity”.


Born and raised in Southern California, I was the daughter of a 1%er. After a 20-year hiatus raising a daughter of my own and being a suburban homemaker, I got back into the motorcycle culture. You can also follow me on my personal biker chick blog, "Sashmouth!" or learn about my marketing business, "Too Much Tina".

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