Magic Happened Last Night

It only took about an hour of prep work, grease on my jeans and a few beads of sweat, but it happened.  The happiest day of my Spring 2018 life, h.a.p.p.e.n.e.d.



We hugged, we laughed and we became a little misty-eyed.  It was a beautiful reunion caught on camera via SnapChat selfie.  Because nothing counts unless it’s on Snap, ya?


Ya, that’d be a no.

But, we did reunite and all the wrongs in the world are now right.  So so SO right.


Of course, she was tucked nicely away in the back of the garage, so it took a little motorcycle maneuvering, battery tinder removing, seat finding and reattaching, motorcycle jack rearrangement, air pressure gauge scavenging, motorcycle trailer rolling, air bubble requiring and about 10 additional PSI’s in that front tire (recall September 2017 tire incident… still haven’t fixed that yet) and



And she was DISGUSTING!


¹First order of business: Car Wash.

²Second order of business: WIND!  Sweet, sweet WIND!

She and I cruised for about an hour or so before making our way home around 7:45pm.  Low and behold the hubs had also just gotten home and seeing his bike out in the driveway decided it was a perfect opportunity to reattach his seat as well and so off we went for a late dinner at The Cabin across town.


What a perfectly spontaneous MUCH NEEDED night of wind therapy for the both of us.

Hello, Spring 2018.

I’ve been waiting for you.






The last two weekends have allowed me to get on my bike and get in some solid open road miles, just me and my girl.

I cherish those rides


When I bought my first bike I was fresh out of college having just graduated with my undergrad.  It was a gift to myself after obtaining my Big Girl job and a few paychecks.

Riding on my own was what I did.   I had a few folks to ride with those first months and I greatly appreciated the backup while I gained my riding wings.  A year into my riding career I met my bestest Biker B!tch Sara and embraced the new riding friends I gained.  But that group of riding friends lived in a neighboring town, so it was always me and my Sporty making our way to them.  And then finding our way back home at night.

It was those first few years when I learned to appreciate the solitude.

It’s also when I learned a lot about myself.

I love riding with my husband.  I love riding with my girlfriends.  I love riding with groups of people, small and large.  I wouldn’t trade those days and rides for anything, ever.

But, when given the chance to ride by myself…

 I go.



The solitude of riding on your own opens up your senses.  It clears the mind of the all the uncertainties.  It brings a sense of empowerment and breathes life back into the body and mind.

Fear of riding alone?  Absolutely not.  You are talking to the girl who is known to intentionally wait until night fall to ride the 90 miles back to Omaha from Clarinda.

Riding alone forces a person to really understand their surroundings and be in tune with every last sound, light and movement that’s out there.

It’s intoxicating.


I have a few rules for my solo days:

  1. Full tank of gas.
  2. Layers of gear in case of inclement weather.
  3. Cell phone charged.
  4. Decide a direction but never a destination.
  5. Take the road less traveled, even if it means it leads to a dead end.  That dead end?  It tells a story.




This most recent Sunday sent me out West.  I rode out for about 50 miles before winding my way back home.   The air was brisk.  My full leathers warm.  I set out in sunshine and 55 degree weather.  I returned with an overcast sky and very cold wind.  The kind of wind that had me riding sideways at times.

It was a low 100 miles of everything I needed and wanted.



I encourage people to get out there.  Explore the world on your own.   Find out who you are, not who you are with others.  Find out what the open road has to tell you.   You will find a piece of yourself out there that you never knew existed.    Think of it as personal development.


I found a few quotes that seemed to describe the importance of solidarity and I combined them to fit what it was I was hoping to express, so I’ll leave you with this:

Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don’t find themselves at all. Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to the beauty of who we really are.


Cheers, friends. ❤



Women of Harley: Jen M.

Harleys & Heels | Biker Bitch Feature #2 | Jen M.


I met Jen a few years ago at a bar outside of Glenwood, IA.  A small group of us were meeting up to go riding for the day and Jen just happened to also be at the same bar with one of her friends.  We chatted for a little while, but it wasn’t until the summer of 2014 that I was able to spend some time with her and truly get to know her.   She is bubbly, vivacious, has a gorgeous smile and a sweet as can be personality.  This chick knows what loyalty means and is a girlfriend that you can definitely always count on.

Without further ado ~ Ladies and Gents:

Meet:  Jen


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1. How long have you been riding? 

7 Years


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2. Why do you ride? 

For my SANITY! I also love the beauty of the back roads, I meet amazing new forever friends, since I have no family here, the biker community has somewhat adopted me… pretty much riding my own Harley is one of the coolest things I’ve ever learned how to do.


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3. How many bikes have you owned and why did you choose your current model? 

My first bike was a METRO Scooter! It wouldn’t even go 30mph so I upgraded to a Ruckus.  I was actually in the Omaha Scooter club! HAHA! I have had four other bikes since… V-Star, Vulcan and now I’m on my second V-rod (my current model, MUSCLE, is my fave by far!)  She’s sexy and mean!


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4. Does your bike have a name? 



5. Tell us the story behind why/when you decided to ride your own bike?

My ex-husband had a plan. He wanted a motorcycle so he started himself on a scooter, I felt left out so he bought me one.(here’s where his plan starts) The Scooter wouldn’t even get up to 30mph.. Giant FAIL! So, he bought himself a V-star.  I then purchased a faster scooter but felt like a nerd riding alongside his motorcycle.  So, 1 month later he upgraded to the Volcan and I took over the V-Star.   Of course my V star was a slow pig and I needed some speed..  I mean, the 950 was cool for a little bit, but it wasn’t a Harley.   The ol’ ex took me to Dillon Brothers Harley-Davidson one afternoon and said, “BABE you have to ride this V-Rod”.   I’m looking at it like… Nah.  

He begged, I caved, got on and well…

clearly the rest is history.  


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6. Do you have a biker who is your inspiration?

I actually used to ride behind my dad a bit.. he’s a cool dude! He rides horses now.. but loves and swears he’s going to buy another Harley one day.. he LOVES that I ride, and thinks my bike is pretty bad ass! That’s cool!


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Jen and her dad


7. What are some of you favorite things about the biker lifestyle?

I love how once someone see’s your a biker they pretty much accept you into their family.. It’s amazing how welcoming people are.. I’ve met some of my best and most loyal friends riding. It’s also just so much fun! I love hopping around to the little towns and having a beer and a laugh with some super cool people I would of never had a chance to meet. I just recently met a double recipient of the Purple Heart on my last bike trip! That was amazing!

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 Jen, her friend and the double Purple Heart recipient.


8. Give us one of your favorite two-wheeled stories.

I have to say my weekend trip to Awesome Biker Nights this year was so cool! It didn’t start off the best as I was super hung over, got pulled over on my way to meet a group of people I didn’t know, was a half an hour hate and it was HOT HOT HOT!  I was not in the mood to hang with (Bling we call her) sparkly butt that day and by the second stop after meeting up with this new crew, Cowboy Hat Sassy Girl was giving me the evil eye and I was just ready to ride out on my own.  Then something happened.  My mood changed, the atmosphere lit up, the cameras came out, the music started playing and it’s all history from there.   20 bikes, 35 people and now some of my best friends, ever!  I haven’t laughed or smiled that big in a long time! They adopted me and gave me the road name McSassy!  HA!  I think it fits!


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9. What advice would you give other females who are thinking about riding their own?

Don’t over think it, just get on and ride, it’s such a great experience and it gives you the independence and identity that you need in life. It’s fun to jump on the back sometimes but there is nothing like getting on your own, starting her up and knowing you can go wherever you want!


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Jen and I


10. There are many “Biker Codes” out there. If you had a favorite what would it be?

Respect! Always respect the road! It’s like the ocean, it’s powerful and can change in a second! Always keep your eyes open! Nobody can see you! NOBODY!


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 Jen and Tracy


11. Final words?

Ride Fast, Live Hard and LOVE… Love the life that you’ve been granted because it doesn’t last forever!


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