Shannon Gilpan, one tough babe (stated with affection & admiration) at almost 6 foot tall, rarely bitches or whines like a lot of guys these days even though she may feel entitled to since experiencing teenage rape.

Instead, she dares to make change more than a mere belief mouthed by political vanities & left her house for the great outdoors -- voyaging from here to far overseas.

Gilpan came across an innocent yet powerful tool along with the radical insight that anyplace where women hopped on bicycles, the social terrain shifted toward gender equality.

Certain regions of the globe however still forbid female pedal-power. Much of the Muslim world, for instance, out of gallantry for the "fairer sex" prohibits them from straddling anything (a horse, a scooter, a bike… well, anything but that codpiece between a man's legs) or because of the threat bicycling represents by way of freedom & independence. Their very own inanities sully name of the prophet (PBUH) that they should just self-fatwah.

Accordingly, Shannon took her mountain bike to the peaks of Afghanistan, right into the teeth of the Taliban, to teach sisters-from-another-mister how to ride in defiance of motorists who often attempt to run them off the road, if not run them over.

Together they lead a quiet revolution without passing around Petraeus-style bags of cash or lethal weapons. Inexplicably, as of late October 2014, after 19 visits to Afghanistan no one from the U.S. government -- whether the Pentagon, the State Dept, Foreign Service, et.al. -- ever contacted her. Just as well considering the reputation of the Federal Gov't & the White House nowadays might compromise her standing in the countryside.

This bar contains nothing from Afghanistan. In fact fincaChocolate assembles it on the Great Plains of America in Logan, Ohio along the foothills of Appalachia.

But it exudes all the nimble agility of an Afghani markhor mountain goat that Shannon probably encounters along her trails.