Electric Fanny
Electric Fanny, #1.21Socket Wench
Joined May 2004
Co-captain 2005
Travel Team 2006
Height: 5’8
Favorite Position: Pivot, it’s the best way to get in the most pictures!
Likes: Dogs with soft ears, sneakers, and sweets!
Dislikes: The sound water chestnuts make when you bite into them, inconsiderate parkers, when ankle socks slide off my heel and get bunched up in my shoe.
Injuries: One mildly cracked elbow and that’s it (I was lucky!).
Motto: Never trust a big butt and a smile.
Favorite Music: 80’s new wave.
Favorite Drink: Gin and tonic with a lemon.
Awards: During a team building exercise, one of my fellow skaters anonymously wrote this about me and I have always liked it: “This lady is always, always, always positive. She works hard, plays hard and brings the shining light of derby love to practice. She is the calm voice of reason and is crazy hot.”
Bio: Fanny was born deep in the swamplands of Florida. Her parents were notorious car thieves who loitered at ritzy hotels in the tourist-y parts of town, posing as valets and stealing cars from unsuspecting guest. Back at their garage compound hidden deep in the marshlands, cars were modified into souped-up street machines and eventually sold to local teenagers for exorbitant prices.
Once Fanny was old enough to help with the family business, she began doing odd jobs in the shop like changing oil and rotating tires. On one particularly hot and humid day, Fanny was working on a new project – a pair of skates – that took her love of speed and racing and put it right on her feet. Just as she finished adjusting them, a typical afternoon storm was rolling in, so she took advantage of the downpour and skated out in the rain to cool off (she has since learned that this is really bad for the wheel bearings). The summer shower quickly turned into a full-blown thunderstorm and before she could make it back to the garage, a bolt of lightning struck her – 1.21 jigawatts of electricity surged through her body. She miraculously survived with the only remnant of the incident being that her skin was turned a ghostly shade of white.
No longer able to withstand the rays of the Florida sun, she packed her bags and moved to Seattle where she met up with a band of like-minded mechanic/skaters, the Sockit Wenches. The Wenches dubbed her Electric Fanny and taught her how to harness the electricity still humming inside her.
After 2 seasons of knocking others rollergirls on THEIR fannies, Fanny retired to pursue other interests. These days, you’ll still find her hootin’ and hollerin’ on the sidelines for her girls and finding a new outlet for that electricity – doin’ some booty shakes out on the dance floor.
