By Tara Teal
Staff Writer for Arcadian Post-Journal
Pyra Banks is a name synonymous with fashion, beauty, cosmetics and crime fighting? True, it's hard to tell while sitting across from this ravishing 50 something bombshell and business mogul. But she is indeed the ex-vigilante from the 70's.
We sit in her waiting room annexed to her office, over-looking the downtown Big City Skyline. She, across from me, wearing a tailored suit that she informs me is from their professional line. She sets down the cup of delicious Tibetan tea we have been sipping and offers me another imported Jacques-Paul Sauvignon eclair. As she casually mentions how many of her products are imported from Tibet, she brushes a wayward curl and I can't help but notice her perfect manicure.
She shows me a collection of portfolios from her modeling days. A countless score of gorgeous photos. Yet amid all this lavish elegance, one thing sticks out the most. Yellow, orange and red spandex. The outfit is showcased in several news clippings and an old poster. The most striking, is one of her clobbering two crooks. Grown men easily twice her size.
