And don't think that because some chihuahua-syndromed babe can put'a hog back on it's feet that that's gonna make bikin' appeal to the more run'a the mill ladies.
If they're nervous about musclin'a bike around, the bike you got'em's gonna gather dust.
They've godda gedda familiarity and some experience under their belt with a smaller, less threatening hunk'a metal.
After they get that familiarity and experience, a bigger bike may be in the cards, but, realistically, a mid-sized bike would probably suit most of them better.
Mr. Scott . . you may disengage the cloak of disclaimer.
(Aye Ca't'n. But she's shakin'erself ta pieces!)