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Peter Talks: Hogs and Corndogs with Hana Beaman
Posted Jan. 20, 2013, 8:24 a.m.
Words and photo: Peter Line
In the conservative Salt Lake City, heads turn when a loud Harley comes rumbling down the street. When there is a hot girl driving that Harley, heads stay turned until she’s out of sight. This is what I witnessed, as a leather-clad Hana Beaman cruised through the streets of downtown Salt Lake. It was much like a supermodel strutting down the busy hallway of a Catholic boys school. Men were drooling and gawking after her like wolves in a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. Eyes were popping from sockets and tongues unraveling like the rolling out of a red carpet. If it were a commercial, awkward men would start fights and apply Axe body spray to get her attention. At this point a moped would drive through a cafe window, the male rider transfixed by the beauty he saw on the Harley. Girlfriends would slap their boyfriends for trying to get a glimpse of the hotness and excitement on the streets. Salt Lake would be in turmoil; and someone would call 9-1-1 thinking it was a terrorist attack. The SLC cops would arrive, only too late. And Hana, she would be cruising into the sunset eating Doritos or drinking a Rockstar, or whatever commercial was being filmed that day. (via snowboardmag.com)
Read the full interview with Hana Beaman on snowboardmag.com.
In the conservative Salt Lake City, heads turn when a loud Harley comes rumbling down the street. When there is a hot girl driving that Harley, heads stay turned until she’s out of sight. This is what I witnessed, as a leather-clad Hana Beaman cruised through the streets of downtown Salt Lake. It was much like a supermodel strutting down the busy hallway of a Catholic boys school. Men were drooling and gawking after her like wolves in a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. Eyes were popping from sockets and tongues unraveling like the rolling out of a red carpet. If it were a commercial, awkward men would start fights and apply Axe body spray to get her attention. At this point a moped would drive through a cafe window, the male rider transfixed by the beauty he saw on the Harley. Girlfriends would slap their boyfriends for trying to get a glimpse of the hotness and excitement on the streets. Salt Lake would be in turmoil; and someone would call 9-1-1 thinking it was a terrorist attack. The SLC cops would arrive, only too late. And Hana, she would be cruising into the sunset eating Doritos or drinking a Rockstar, or whatever commercial was being filmed that day. (via snowboardmag.com)
Read the full interview with Hana Beaman on snowboardmag.com.
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