AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

"I like the ones that show your tits better" "Hey babe, i like your tats. do you send nudes?" "hey cutie" *dick pic* *dick pic* (i don't respond) "oops, sorry that was meant for someone else" These are just a few choice messages out of hundreds I have received on social media, maybe in response to a promo photo for a friend's business that was showing some skin, or maybe an artistic nude on a bike with a burnt orange sunset in the back... most innocently, a positive body post to encourage women to be themselves in their own skin, stretch marks, muffin top - love yourself! But these images aren't always regarded as art, or advertisements, or self expression. The comments people can make from behind a computer screen are 'anonymous' and blunt.  The disembodied words just floating around in bubbles: "sweet baby Jesus, yes please" "damn girl you fine, gotta get you on no panty day" "YUM" pub

It was February- 2017.. I was scrolling through Instagram and started seeing photos telling me that this ride, this ride I've seen get flooded out, frozen out, postponed and rescheduled.. Is coming up- it's in Indiana.. Not far, it looks like all bikes are welcome, and it's in April- so it is the first ride of the year, and I have a new goal to get my Ironhead running.   I've known about the April Fuels ride in Indiana only from the internet.   Vague ride photos of folks posing in knee deep water, bundled to the hilt as if it were below zero- riding these hills of green and skies of blue- with captions like "wet, sketchy and fun as fuck" faces full of smiles.   I had never been able to make the commitment due to my job.   But April Fuels 3 was going to be the year that I made it.   Well, the weather wasn’t cooperating, and the run got pushed into May, so I didn't make it. And somewhere in the back of my head I was glad- because my Ironhead wouldn

Breeze  Every now and then.. life gets so busy, and it seems you get lost in the tidal wave of appointments, events, mishaps, and circumstances.  If you take a step back and just enjoy the ride, eventually the dust settles and you can reflect on what you accomplished without sacrificing your self, or your beliefs, or your sanity- so it's super hectic, but in a really good way.  The way that you meet new and awesome people, get to spend time with ones you love or fall into love, you accomplish a goal or reach a target.. things are finished and time has passed.. and now come the stories... Last summer, after my trip to Montana, I attended the Clam Jam, a local Indy chopper party with rad people and good times... (I wrote a blog way back my first year attending, if you want to check it out ) While I was there a dude wrecked his Frankenstein of a bike, later known to me as The flyingt1t , on the dirt track he was ripping around.  The alternator blade on his bike ate his foot..