AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

Looking from the outside in.. misunderstanding the context.  A brief glimpse into someones life, a snapshot pausing a moment in time.  The subject and meaning of the photo is all in the eye of the person looking at it.  One photo can be looked at by many people and interpreted a million ways. Today, we can look into anyone's life, see a snap shot of their lives and make any assumption about it we want.. and even voice our opinions publicly.  But.. we also have the ability to manipulate and pose that snapshot- into anything we want to portray.. there's a line between real and fantasy, and the skewed perspective , that has been a big controversy in the news lately, and it made me think about my personal situation.  The drastic assumptions and ideas that come from the photos that I take, or what they might convey to someone. My fiance', and I started sharing behind the scenes videos of our photo shoots on my Patreon page: just to show how our shoots go down. In the last 5 ye

Hello, my name is Amy Sue and I'm a modern feminist.  WAIT.. don't roll your eyes and hit the back button... let me explain... I've grown up in unique and privileged generation... I'm not quiet a daydreaming Millennial... but I'm also not a jaded Gen Xer... I fall in this fun little niche called Xennials. "The Oregon Trail Generation" If you get that reference , you probably ARE a Xennial, born between 1977-1985, a mere 25.1 million of us exist in the US.   Good magazine describes Xennials as "a micro-generation that serves as a bridge between the disaffection of Gen X and the blithe optimism of Millennials".    This gives our generation a cynical caution mixed with an energetic buoyancy.. but we don't fall for either ruse.  We tend to make our own calculations, own decisions, and own way, not caring about what society thinks about us, since we were essentially forgotten anyway!! In my opinion, this was a great time to be raised in A

"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..

There are five main personality traits, they say, in this world.  And you can swing to either extreme end of any or all of these to make up your personality: extroversion, agreeableness, openness, conscientiousness,  and neuroticism. In a life t ime, you will meet and notice how some of these traits are dominant in some people, and they may let one or another trait really represent their overall personality.  In the years I've spent on this planet, I have worked in sales and with people for over 18 of them.  I have dealt with more people in my life than most would ever imagine.  Hundreds a day- thousands a week- being in Sales, you kind of become a psudo-psychiatric expert.  People talk, they tell you their thoughts, desires, needs, and you learn what signs certain pe rsonalities throw off.  You begin to be able to read people so well, that you can call their next moves, and guide them to buy what you are selling. Why the lesson in Psychology- I'm reading a motorcycle rid