Free Preview: Playmate of the Month March 1992 - Tylyn John
A split second is all it takes. You're at the intersection of Sunset Boulevard and Pacific Coast Highway. Slow Sunday morning at continent's edge -- blue surf below, sun crawling over the bluffs above, all quiet on the western coast. Then you hear it. Nothing much at first, a hum in the hills. Then a growl, and don't blink or you'll miss it: a Harley Sportster 883 going west like a bat out of Hollywood, ridden by the finest redhead you've ever seen, a blur in black boots, a low-cut shirt and a cloud of exhaust. You've just met Tylyn John, the best thing on two wheels since Harley met Davidson. Daughter of Motocross champion Tom John, pride of the ragtag bike brigade that rides Sunset to Malibu every Sunday, Tylyn never stays long in one place, so pay attention while we list her specs: 25 years old, fiery as her red hair and Irish blood, often engaged but never married, scourge of speed limits, friend to animals and to ruggedly handsome but sensitive men. Still free to aim her bike wherever she wants to go, she is as uncommon as her name. Which, for the record, is TY-lyn. Rhymes with smilin', which happens to be her reaction to rocketing down a two-lane blacktop at speeds approaching triple figures. "I'm not very patient," says Tylyn. "Wherever I'm going, I want to get there fast." Her hobby once landed her on the cover of a biker mag that advised, "Don't accept any challenge to race. You'll probably be walkin' home." Her name caused trouble when she was a kid at summer camp;...
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