I can remember the last time I saw a woman on a motorcycle of any kind: 2017. It was on top of Blood Mountain. I ride from my house to there, take a break and check out what bikes are around and then head out for the rest of my riding.
I was staring at a mint, and I mean MINT, 1986 Honda Hurricane. It was gorgeous. She came up while I was admiring it and we talked about it a bit. It had been her dad's bike that he took great care of until he passed away.
I've not seen a woman on a motorcycle (other than on the back of one) since that day, not that I get out a whole lot. It's sad, really.