Neo-traditional style tattoo of a winking cartoon pin-up with curled black hair riding a chrome motorcycle, shown in greys with a blue-green eye, on the skin of the leg.

Cartoon pin-up riding a motorcycle

Neo-trad · Other · Mixed · Photo

A cartoon woman with short curled black hair winks while seated on a motorcycle with chrome handlebars and a mirror. The figure and bike are shaded in greys with bold black outlines and smooth highlights, and the eye is the only area of colour, in blue-green. The design fills the frame on a close-up of skin, with the motorcycle's headlight and front forks at the bottom.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dolly Vane had been pasted to the side of the Regal Palais for eleven years, and in all that time nobody had ever asked her to lean. The bill men slapped fresh paper over her every spring, always from the top down, so she learned to hold her cheek at the angle they liked and to wink only when the street was empty. The cinema shut in the slump and the hoarding went grey with soot, but she kept her curls set and watched the motorcycle the manager had left to rust in the yard behind, its chrome mirror catching the moon on the nights she dreamed of the coast.

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The night it finally happened, Walt Pimm the projectionist forgot to douse his lamp. Its beam slid across the brick and found her ankle, and she stepped down into the yard as easily as a girl off a tram. She swung her leg over the saddle, kicked the starter twice, and the old engine coughed out a cloud of blue smoke that smelt of burnt toffee. Walt watched from the fire escape with his mouth open, and she gave him the wink he had seen every day for eleven years, only this time it was meant for him.

She rode north through Gilling Cross with her headlight blazing, past the chapel and the sleeping ducks, and reached the cliffs before the first milk float. The sea was grey and enormous, and nobody had ever painted it for her. She sat there until the sun hauled itself up, then thought about the paste, the bill men and the wall, and found she missed the wall a little. She turned the bike and rode home slowly with the lamp switched off.

When the bill men came on Saturday they found her where she had always been, cheek tilted, one eye gleaming blue-green in the morning light. Only Walt knew about the dark line the back wheel had left across the yard, and only Walt, sweeping dust by the fire escape, noticed that the chrome mirror had been polished.

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