AmySueSporty- Moto Blog

 This month I was able to get a lot of miles on my green machine.  I was blessed enough to be invited to some great places with some amazing people.  I've already touched Chicago, Louisville, Dayton and Cincinnati, just shy of LaCrosse, and next month Tennessee.  If you know me, you know that I'm not one of those tired, boring copy cat bikers who follows the SAME path every year, and takes the EXACT same photos in the EXACT same spot every time.. *YAWN* even though the faces change, the locations are already documented.. I like new adventures.. I'm into discovering new places and people.. I am a trail blazer, and get bored so easily with the mundane.  I couldn't be happier that I have my Trash Babies along for the trip! My babes are amazing in every way to me,  I mean, we are wind sisters.. and we all come from different backgrounds. Somehow when we hang out, it is always a great time, in the most clandestine events, putting us in the right place at the right time, the

Before I moved to Indiana, I was fairly certain of one thing: That I was going to find my tribe, my girl gang, my babes... and we were going to ride together and have adventures and this was going to be the bulk of my experience in the Central US, until I can move west. One of my gifted friends in Illinois that reads Tarot cards gave me a reading before I left, in which I was to have all of these things: the three of cups (female and fulfilling), the SUN (female and end game happiness), giving and taking, earning a place in a tribe.. and the reading has just stuck with me.  I haven't been able to get it out of my head, the way it was predominantly a FEMALE energy bringing me to this place.. even though I uprooted my life for a man.   At first it seemed hopeless, my first and only female companion, who reminded me so much of myself, and had so much potential in life, and our friendship, died a month after I moved here in a freak motorcycle accident.  I had lost hope, I had given up

 How do you even bring it up?  It's such a big topic.  It's such a life altering experience.  What angle are you intended to approach it from?   How do you talk about the elephant in the room??  Well, you know, the one with the wide eyes and telling smile?  She's been standing there, listening.  Paying attention.  We both know that Everyone must know, something .  A form of the truth, watered down, spiced up. Taken out of context, edited to fit an agenda and entirely one sided. I know it is all one sided, because I chose to stay quiet through everything. My false posts about love and my relationship had halted months prior.  When my heart started shrinking in its cage, my mind stopped thinking about telling others about it.  I craved change, I salivated for a REAL love.. the love I was promised in my vows.  I was stuck in a living hell.  Not loved or cared for, ignored and manipulated- but then told it is MY fault. My issues, My problem. The Ogre spoke.. The drone of consta

Every Spring, here in the Midwest, we are all looking forward to the first ride.  The first time the sun pokes its sleepy head from the sky, warming the fields and roads, melting the blanket of snow that froze your desires and freedom all winter long.. engulfing your face and body with a warmth you only know.. if you KNOW. Chasing that feeling of flying down the road with a combustible engine vibrating between your thighs.  The thrill of the first REAL curve, and how your muscle memory kicks in, leaning you all the way over just to get that side tread grip on the salt stained asphalt. Soon the adrenaline and the feelings of being  A L I V E  flood your body; as your cheeks flush in the cool spring breeze, and your lungs expand as big as balloons, stinging cold with every breath.. you can feel the buzz right down to your toes, as if you could float away.  This year was a little different, but worked just the same.  I was gifted an opportunity to take a bike out that doesn't belong t

 So, I LOVE LOVE LOVE to ride to shows on my bikes.. I love the local. Midwest ones like Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio- the quick weekend jaunt, type of shows.  They are just long enough to forget your world and be a dirty biker for a few days, and yet short enough that you don't fall into the habit and accidentally stay on the road for 3 weeks.. oops! ...  Last year, the year of the covid, we went to a lot of great local, grassroots shows. I love that word.. grass roots. Literally grown from the ground up, from nothing but an idea, a seed sprouted from someone's head who owned a bike: Hey I know, let's get together, have a great time and spook the townies by inviting almost 100 chopper mammas and daddies to come get nuts in their backyards..  We are ALWAYS IN.   This year being what it was, I realize I didn't even take the time to write a SINGLE blog.. not one. I just took the whole year to focus on riding, immersing myself in building a life, less online activity, and

This trip to New Mexico was for an all female camp and ride event put on by In~Cahoots Moto Community.  The Southwest Quest was located in the Tijeras range just south east of Albuquerque.  I got involved through friends I met years ago on my solo moto trip to California .  The area was insanely beautiful, and I loved being able to ride through the desert again!  The skies are just gorgeous and the roads are prestine and curving up and down... We look like we are having the time of our lives in these photos (because I know I was)  These are the Instagramable and printable ones we have to hang on our wall- photos that we all strive for- Some see my feed and think, UGH more lovey dovey crap from Amy . lol.. or so I've been commented to... It doesn't matter to me- online relationships ARE fake, they showcase the best of times and the most happy, missing what really lies beneath- and you know, all it normally is, is a normal relationship.  Yeah we argue, yeah we disagree- lik

"the best stories start with strangers ending up in an unfamiliar place.. for it doesn't start as an adventure, it begins with a risk" ( Kate O'Connor Morris - 21 days under the sky)      Adventures, trips, quests, rides, motorcycle journeys... call them what you will, but they do something to your soul.  They restart your inner smile.  The sheer determination and strength you can conjure in a long bike trip reconfirms your strength and confidence in every single day.  When I have taken the three specific long, solo, motorcycle trips: 2800-5800 miles, I have never been happier-  Even with drama, and breakdowns, heat, cold, exhaustion...  The miles I have had the privilege to share with strong, powerful, beautiful women have been even more enlightening, freeing, and completely a blast.  The bond you can share with certain people is amazing, and finding your tribe is absolutely empowering!      On my personal bikes alone, I have racked up over 70K miles in the l