AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

I believe that all people are equal.  I'm a huge believer in the fact that we all have a similar skeleton beneath our skin, no matter what extremities we bear, what hair color we have, what our muscle tone is... We're all human. And we are all destined for one thing. One day, we will die.  Other than that- there is no definite answer, no absolute course.. its how you get to the end that makes life worth living.. you dig? So when it comes to the blatant ignorance, and disregard of someone, like me, as another equal human- it baffles me.  My brain doesn't work that way.  Whether you are female or male, young or old, I believe you can do what you want, and when you want, and whatever it is, you can do it well, or do it terribly- you can love or hate doing it, but why can't you do it?  And if you need assistance, you'll ask for it like any normal human being- NOT a silly sally stumbling around in the dark fidgeting until they find the hole.. rite?  One of the only thi

It was by complete happenstance we even met.  Blew into my life, and out just as quickly.  The man I came to call my best friend, accomplice, partner in crime, riding companion, brother, the breeze- Banksey. One hot summer day, about 8 or so years ago- I was working at Catalpa Grove in Toulon.  Small town, even smaller bar.  It was the size of a trailer, with a bar down one side, two high top tables taking up the entirety of the 'dining area', and a back room with a set of stairs right inside of it, so if you weren't paying attention or you were off your shit, you're going down 12 steps- hard.  There were 3 very well placed .45 holes in this bars walls, and ONLY the regulars knew where #1 and #2 were... and WHY.  This bar had history- you could smell it in the unfinished wood floors every night you mopped.  And the cow shit laden boots of the late afternoon crowd always helped to leave a hefty ring at the bottom of the mop bucket. Banksey at Catalpa Grove