AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

So today I ran across an article entitled: "Why do hot girls brand themselves with neck tattoos?" An article about how it is impossible for him to find a hot girlfriend that doesn't have a tattoo on her neck... apparently. Hhmmmmm... 3 things stand out IMMEDIATELY in the title. 1; "hot girls" The author must be extremely educated to refer to women as 'girls' and HOT is just an enduring term we all love hearing.. educated as far as a college kid who's spending his daddies and mommies money to get his business degree because he will be a successful and rich 'business' man who wears 80,000$ suits and wipes his feet on hundos- he can't stand for his large breasted 'hot' wife to look 'trashy'- obviously.  He needs the trophy to reflect how well HE'S doing.  2; He calls it a brand. This tells me he's VERY materialistic, possessive, and vain.  Referring to a body that isn't even his, with disgust, having passed

Larry Hanna. Larry is a 75 year old man who lives in a small town near our dealership. Larry likes to drink hot chocolate and has been riding on two wheels since he was the young age of 15. Larry has logged over 43,000 miles for the year 2015. Larry lives a life less ordinary. Larry is the most interesting man in the world. This man is a legend in the eyes of many at our local Harley Dealership.  He comes in often, and shares his tales from his many adventures, and trips across the continent.  This past year of 2015: 42,380 miles all across our beautiful country, and a story after every trip. Sturgis celebrated it's 75th anniversary last year, and Since Larry was turning 75, and it was also Dairy Queen's 75th anniversary, he decided to ride his Harley Davidson Street 750 to South Dakota and partake in the festivities- including an ice cream cone at Dairy Queen! Not his first rodeo, by a long run. Larry has been to Sturgis numerous times, as well as taken every differ

Being a woman rider in today's world, who is searching for a mate, is hard.  I'm not afraid to admit it.  It is!  It's confusing- Do you act more like a lady, do you act more like a guy? Challenging- new experiences, situations, meeting new people with new things to overcome (more than likely telling the same story about how you got your bike or how long you've been riding it) daily.  Competitive, trying to prove yourself in some way shape or form, weather it is drinking, riding, cursing, jokes, new clothes, slang, whatever it is.. you have to step up that game around your peers, or at least you feel like you have to, to fit in or make friends, or potential lovers.  It can be dangerous and flat out crazy sometimes (I know you have ALL seen the catty nature us female types can all posses when confronted by another female- don't lie- you've seen the bachelor/kardashians/housewives...) shit.. I found another fantasy...  We females, as a sex, have fought for ou

Last night I was browsing on Insta- like I frequently do.. and I came across a post on the Harley Davidson insta feed that has the #HwyRunaways pictured- This is a group of female riders that in short- get to ride around, take photos and rave about how much riding has engaged their lives- from getting to meet others like them, to going to biker family events, to seeing the country on two wheels- you may have seen their article in HOG magazine... anyway- its a rad photo of them hangin with a bike in some sand- all in bikinis or crop tops, one girl in a Harley eagle bodysuit and over the knee boots.  I would die to catch some wind with these rad women. Here they are #HwyRunaways  In my opinion they look HOT AF, and on a day that steamy, why wouldn't you strip down out of your gear to cool off and chill out?  PERSONALLY I could rock a crop top and shorts- no problem, Id be a bit hesitant of the body suit, but I also don't have that womens smoking legs! Enter the haters: Co

If you've ever met me, you've probably met my Sportster, Helena.  I love her. She has been my battle horse for well over 30,000 miles, three paint jobs, two wrecks, 5 (or so) boyfriends, and 8 seasons- my beautiful, my one and only.  I will never get rid of or sell this bike. And looking at her this week as I plugged in her Battery Tender for the last nice days of the season, made me remember the first trip I took on her... Waaayyyyy back in june of 2008..... *doodly doot doodly doot doodly doot* (youll get it if you like Wayne's world) Take me back to June, 2008- my guy at the time, who also rode a bad assery Sporty, was a member of a few online forums, that he partook in while he was a door man at the bar where I worked.. SO MANY rad ass dudes and gals with CHOPPED and SCRAPED together sporties- garage built american muscle made iron heads and evos- all with carburetors, mind you this was 2008- the 2007 sporty (mine) was the FIRST YEAR for fuel injection- I barely had ti

Every Year- it gets harder for me to accept Winter.  It takes away my fun- it takes away my riding, it takes away my sun and my moto fams.. It is just a deep dark hole of a cold pit with snow and wind howling around your ears.  YUCK.  The snow isn't really the WORST part- its the bone chilling below zero winds that make me want to curl up in bed with my flannel jammie bottoms and drink hot chocolate while watching Netfix marathon after marathon.... I have contemplated moving many times- away from the Midwest- somewhere southern, somewhere that 30* is a joke and happens very seldom.  I've been to the south east on a few occasions.. I liked it.  I could see myself riding those Tennessee mountain roads well into 'winter' and starting up again as early as March- the lazy attitude and just pulling over to take a nap on the side of the road- I mean.. I COULD DO THAT.  Carry a hammock at all times JUST INCASE a cool chill spot pops up to camp in.. it's a dream. But in the

Last summer, I met a young lady who rode a fuel injected Sportster. She loved the bike, and got so enthralled with the riding culture, she needed something a bit bigger and more comfortable for the many miles she started to put on.  She came in to see us at the shop with her brother- a long time parts customer who eventually became my SWAP meet buddy.   Their entire family rides- Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister.. every week on Thursday they go get ice cream at the local Dairy Queen and catch up with each other.. it sounds like a fucking episode of Leave it to Beaver- but they didn't start out as a riding family.  The riding brought them together, and helped some of them through tough times in life- Alcohol addiction, drugs, adolescence... you name it. So in reality, it is the essence of why we all ride.  To find your tribe, and get away from the shit that brings you down. One summer day this beautiful lady comes in and is looking for an upgrade in motor size. (Because we all know you c