AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

This year I was fortunate enough to take my vacation during peak summer riding season- like STURGIS season.  The prime time to be out moto-ing on your bike- and I saw so many people I knew across the country because of motorcycles.  I met so many people again this trip across the country, because of my motorcycles.  I can not lend enough credit towards how my life would be COMPLETELY different had I not bought my first Harley and fallen in love with two wheels over 11 years ago... My life is full, and feels complete in so many ways thanks to Harley-Davidson motorcycles, and the community that embraces the true biker lifestyle. I began packing for my trip one week from departure.  I felt pretty solid on my choices.  This time it was a summer trip- NOT October.  It should be warm the whole time, I'll only need one jacket- skip the leather, Shorts, tanks and one cropped hoodie. DONE!  Typical bathroom supplies, and this time, NO HOTELS, so I was prepared to sleep outside for

In a little under a month, I will be riding my 1200 Nightster, Helena, on a 4000 mile round trip to Corvallis Montana, via St Louis and Denver to pick up and chill with my long lost Babes.  The trip home- through Sturgis for pre-parties, just to flip flop to my Ironhead, Breeze, and fly down to Boogie Farm for the Clam Jam!! I am so excited. I can hardly believe it's almost here, and I feel like I got my ticket forever ago! The Rocky Mountain Roll (@rockmtnroll) is obviously a ride to Montana, and through the Northern Rockies.  I'm STOKED as hell to be able to ride my sporty on some good roads! The gal who puts it on, @blindthistle aka Amanda Zito, is super excited to show us a good time in the mountains, and I intend to have one!  The whole event was designed to highlight women riders, even though it IS a co-ed camp out- the focus started by celebrating women riders and their impact on the motorcycle culture- any motorcycle enthusiast who shares a love for the open road wo

The rear fender has a huge scrape down to the metal, dent and horrible repaint job, to save from rust.  Like it matters.  It's been running for exactly 3 days.  I wasn't extremely happy with the way the re-pop fender painted up anyway, so when I took the newly named, 1976 Ironhead Sportster , The Breeze, on her shakedown ride, and the sissy bar,  seated in the brackets I had picked up at a swap meet last fall- for a great price AND a great conversation, popped out and I heard a dreaded SSSCCCRRRRRRRRRAAATTCCCHHHHHHHH CHING CHING..... Finally hit dirt  I was mostly upset about the sissy bar itself. It was a heartfelt gift from a very caring and thoughtful boss.  A gift that had sat on a shelf for 30 + years with layers of dust, and was perfect. Flawless and pristine... And I just drug it 5 feet down a shit paved gravel road. Gosh, fricking, darn it!!! (I'm working on my cursing) This wasn't the first thing. This was a careless mistake, the sissy bar was