For about a year and a half, I had a dry spell with my photos. A combination of personal life events and the second reading of the Bill S-24, or the Mutant Registration Bill, made most mutants reluctant to speak to outsiders.
Rogue and her boyfriend, Bobby, came to me after the second Washington Riot. She was friends with Pete, the artist, who told her about this little project. She's an artist, too. Her medium: motorcycles. Rogue makes custom motorcycles from the transmission to the paint job. Her current project has a 147 cubic engine, a six-speed transmission and custom sheet metal casing. This bike looks like something Batman would ride.
"I like bikes. I like feeling the road under me and the wind all around me when I'm whipping down the freeways. It's almost like flying." She leaned towards Bobby. "He hates me driving though. Says I'm reckless."
"You ARE," said Bobby, rolling his eyes. "She thinks you're required to skin your knees on the asphalt when you make a turn."
"I like using all that power between my legs."
I'm sure my face was as red as Bobby's.