Fans of the ’60s supergroup Moby Grape will hear the song in their heads when they see this shot. “Stark-naked, unsacred, Motorcycle Irene,” goes the chorus. And for the rest of you, I present a picture of freedom. No helmet, no leathers, going along the Interstate like she owned it, paying no attention to the paparazzi. Almost makes me want to ride — nah — too dangerous!