As a little girl, she never could keep her dress from getting muddy, even at Sunday school. And at any given time she was usually concealing skinned knees under her heavy-duty cargos. Although she is aware of the advantages that are afforded natural beauties like herself, she abhors high heels and lace and instead of fancies the beater tank and flip flops, much to her mother’s dismay. But she is Renaissance Man’s dream come true. She is a competitor by nature, in nature-and there is no shortage in CA to appease her. And after she kicks @$$ and wins the race, she cleans up real good, just lik her tenacious FK headwrap that she is rarely seen without. Right on time for her date at sunset – and he owes her a beer.