It's getting warmer!!

The weather today finally wasn't freezing and/or rainy so we were able to do a little riding! I got to practice some stunting on Sharon's Yamaha RD 350 and it looks a lot better than last time I tried! The sun was out so we got better pictures too. Next step is a hand stand! ;) oh yeah, my bike is finally being fixed on by some one who knows what they're doing! Fuck yeah!! 

 

My honda CB 450 before we dropped it off to be worked on for the third time. Better be running this time! 

Spring Break Forever Bitch!

Thursday night Sharon and I were talking to our friend Myles who was about to leave for Daytona Beach bike week, he was telling us all about his past trips and said 'you two should come down.'   Whether he actually thought we would or not I don't know, but we decided to load up the truck and leave Saturday morning after I closed down the bar.  We ended up leaving Norfolk at 5:30am and some how that 10 hour drive went by really quickly (thank god).

 Sharon brought her Triumph Scrambler and her Yamaha rd350 for me to ride when we got down there.  Every state one the way we bought $10 worth of lottery scratchers, and discovered we have zero luck in scratcher department.  

Once we arrived to Myles aunts house he had beer in hand for us, best welcoming ever!

 Went out Sunday night to check out St. Augustine's night life, they got mother fuckin pirates everywhere. Anyway, so out in St. Augustine heading to the first bar, what happens? Myles gets pulled over.  Not for speeding, he didn't run a red light, his truck was to believed to be seen leaving a condo that had just been robbed. But like I said not speeding, the cops yell out "GET OUT OF THE TRUCK! PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD & WALK BACKWARDS TOWARD ME." Myles and his uncle Larry who we picked up at the condos were both in cop cars and Sharon and I were in the back of the truck trying to figure out what was going on.  They didn't get arrested and it was just a mistake in mass produced Ford trucks. If they did get arrested, I would be writing a lifetime movie about this instead of this blog...movie title "Accidential Felons".

Okay, back to real life. The next morning we wake to ride to Daytona for bike week.  I discover half my face isn't moving and I think I am about to die or have a stroke, after my tantrum was over we leave but me riding bitch on the back with Myles.  SUCKED not being able to ride, and in Flordia there is a no helmet law so that would have been awesome! Sharon atleast got to enjoy that riding along the coast.

We get close to where I assume our destination is going to be because moto traffic was crazy!  We get to Main st and when we turn it was like we accidentally joined a parade route!  Basically every single type of Harley that had ever been made or customized was parked along both sides of the street.  Thousands of street bikes lining this road!

  First stop on Main was the Boot Hill Saloon for food, booze, people watch and of course looking at all these bikes roll in. Every bar there had their own bike week apparel, every shop was dedicated to motorcycles in one way or another.  Finished checking out everything there and tried to hit up Destination Daytona but it had started to close as we arrived.  Thankfully the bars don't!!   Okay, The Iron Horse, this is the place we stopped at.  

You ride in and basically have an usher escorting you to your seat.  Riding through all of these people, under these wooden walkways, and we park right in front of the stage.  Up on these walk ways is where the bars are.  Below is a carnival of sorts; food vendors, places to buy random shit, shows, old women in clown make up, it was cool as hell!!!  To the left of the stage, or stage right, we see this shitty looking round wooden attraction.  

This turned out to be the Wall of Death!  These mother fuckers are getting on these old ass bikes going round and fucking round on the walls of this old ass wooden cone.  One guy going side saddle on his bike saying 'look ma no hands!'  A girl on a bike and a guy on a go cart riding around this thing at the same time.  It was literally something I have only seen in cartoons when I was a kid.  Those people are awesome entertainers, brave as shit, and dumb as hell!  

After that Sharon, Myles and I chill out have some beers and people watch some more.  We called it a night, Myles and Sharon strapped on their leather chaps for the cold hour long ride back. 

Had to rest up for the drive back the next day.  It was a GREAT couple of days!  Wish we could have stayed for some of the races and midget wrestling...guess we will have to go for the whole week next year!!

#tbt

Two years ago I bought my first motorcycle, a 1975 Yamaha RD250. It was love at first sight.

I decided I wanted to learn to ride and have my own motorcycle after learning about a mass ride (organized by Death Science and Show Class Mag) to Ocracoke Island, NC, called "Revenge Run". A crew of 100+ bikers my age hauling ass down a rode with the ocean on both sides of them sounded amazing....and I wanted to be a part of it. The original plan was for me to ride on the back of my friend Parker's sportster. My boyfriend, Brett, has a Triumph Thruxton which is pretty uncomfortable to ride on the back of. The ride was a weekend camping trip so the guys had to load up the back of their bikes with sleeping bags and tents. Which meant there was no room for me. So two months before the ride I realized that if I wanted to go on this trip, I would have to ride a motorcycle my damn self. And that's exactly what I did. 

Brett and I were having breakfast one Saturday morning and I told him I need to find a bike ASAP. Not even 10 minutes into looking at Craigslist, we found the bike that would change my life forever. The very next day and $1,500 later I was a proud new owner of this rare, antique two stroke beauty. 

I was determined to learn to ride it. I have to be honest, I was scared out of my fucking mind. I didn't think I could do it or could ever be comfortable riding a motorcycle. "What am I thinking?!" ran through my head constantly. I had a lot of support from my guy friends that ride, especially from Brett. If it wasn't for him I probably would have never had the confidence to learn to ride. He believed in me, it helped me believe in myself. 

One month before Revenge Run my feet came off the ground and onto the foot pegs of my very own motorcycle...

Learning to ride was hard. I basically got yelled at by a couple of dudes that all had different opinions on how to fix what I was doing wrong. To them, riding was easy. They couldn't understand how nervous, scared, and uncomfortable I was. However, I absolutely did not want them to take it easy on me or treat me like a "girl." Riding a motorcycle is dangerous and I needed to learn the proper safety techniques and maneuvers in order to avoid hurting myself or other people. After a few frustrating practice sessions at Harbor Park and an intense Motorcycle Training course in the rain, I was finally ready to jump on the interstate with one hundred other bikers and ride 160+ miles to Ocracoke Island. Well that's what I kept telling myself in my head. Confidence was key. Even if I was freaking the fuck out in my head, I had to stay calm and collected on the outside.

I must have stalled out a hundred times, but I kept going. When we finally made it to our camp site I was sore, my hands were numb from holding on too tight, dirt and sand covered my face and bugs were glued to my sunglasses but I still felt amazing and alive. I got off my bike, sat on the grass and as the sun was going down and thought to myself, "I fucking did it".

Dirt Sunday

Awesome weather today!

Rode out to Morgans Corner in Elizabeth City, Nc with Brett and Skip.

 We met up with a crew of good people, my son (Eli), and the Dirt Bike Bros.

Spent the day teaching Eli to get comfortable standing on his dirt bike...

He made a new dirt bike friend, Ike Dailey! They had a great time racing each other around the field....

...and just being kids.

I also started giving Sam riding lessons on my nephews KTM 65sx...she did great for her first time on a bike!

And I continued teaching my sister, Theresa, how to ride. She was stoked when she finally got into 2nd gear!

The Dirt Bike Bros are a funny bunch of dudes. I always have a blast being around them. Hearing about their shenanigans and listening to their shit talking is hilarious. They truly are a group of great guys and they share the love of riding in the dirt. It reminds me of the bond that I have with the other Bitchin ladies. 

From top left to right: Brett Baker(my sexy bf), Steve Dailey, George Nicholls, Danny Dailey, Walter Perry and Miles Scarano.

My day ended with a night ride with Kate and Brett to 80/20 for dinner. Had a quick stop at the gas station for a mentionable stretch.

Till the next beautiful day....