Ever since I began riding sportbikes a few years ago, a strange ritual has taken place. Riding solo with my ponytail in the wind, I’m spotted by a male sportbike rider who examines me until he figures out that yes, there is indeed a female underneath the leather and full-face hat. The guy waits until he has my attention and then wheelies. Sometimes he does a stand-up wheelie, sometimes multiple wheelies and, if I’m lucky, he does a stoppie at the next stoplight. It’s what I like to call the Peacock Paradigm.