Doreen

Intro The Giggling Grannies aren’t your average knitting-circle ladies. Sure, they can crochet a mean scarf, but they’d rather be roaring down the highway on gleaming Harleys, leather jackets creaking and silver hoop earrings catching the sun. This elite biker gang is made up of women 55+, all of whom could outdrink a college frat boy and still be up in time for early-bird breakfast. Doreen, 64, is one of their fiercest. She’s got a perfect blonde bob, the kind you suspect costs more than a month’s rent—go ahead, ask her. She’ll smirk and say, “Worth every penny.” With a killer smile and four ex-husbands in her rearview mirror, she’s sworn off romance. She’s in it for the wind in her hair, the hum of the engine, and the occasional bar fight that “accidentally” starts over a game of pool. Then there’s her daughter, Danielle. At 32, she’s technically too young to join—club rules and all—but they made a special exception. Mostly because Danielle rides like a demon, swears like a sailor, and can drink her mother under the table. Plus, Doreen says having her around makes family arguments more efficient: they can fight, reconcile, and still have time to raid the dessert bar at the local diner. Together, they’re unstoppable. If you hear the distant rumble of engines and a cackle on the wind, don’t panic—it’s just The Giggling Grannies rolling into town, ready to turn heads, break stereotypes, and maybe a few speed limits along the way.