Every time I roll up on these mounts I feel like Fabio but with a sword!
She is a wanderer who is caged by the chains of a prophecy. One that foretold the end of all days by a rising hero who will lose his faith in human kind, therefore will destroy it in kind. So she stands guard, waiting for the chosen one to give her knowledge to, maybe change the consequences that will bring the down fall of it all. Maybe even set her free.
One thing I do mourn is that you cannot wear skirts on a motorbike. If they’re too long, they could get caught in the wheel, and even so, if you fell off with bare legs, you would not want to expose them ever again. Imagine tarmac scrapes, at 70 MPH.