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Don’t bugs HURT? And other random gross facts about being a biker

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Don’t bugs HURT? And other random gross facts about being a biker

When I picture being a biker chick, I think of sunshine, loud music, the constant purrrrrrr of my pipes, and endless destinations. But its not always that perfect. Here’s a look at a few of the gross-er sides of being a biker, in no particular order!

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Sturgis - Nightlife and other shenanigans!

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After a fun day, its time to get off the bikes and play! We always take DA BUS - which is often a party in itself!!
Our first stop is always the Dungeon Bar... There are somehere between 12-14 tables in the bar. Which is literally a dungeon - you walk down a narrow, dark flights of stairs into a poorly lit area, with a SUPER low hanging ceiling covered with dollar bills and underwear and bras, all signed by patrons over the years. And they NEVER remove stuff. My buddy has a beer can perched in the ceiling in the corner and every year he comes to Sturgis, he writes the year on the can. The bottom is now full so he will have to start wrapping the can in years of attendance. Stiffy and I don't do cans. We do tables. And we bring a new knife every year just for the Dungeon carving! People look at us both in fear and in awe as we give security hugs when we roll up, we strut down the narrow, dark stairs into the poorly lit, cave like bar, say hi to the wait staff that we have gotten to…

More of Sturgis - Riding and Sightseeing

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Part of the reason I love going to the Sturgis Rally is the people watching and the creativity that people put into their rides, even when 'trailering'. lOl

This guys plates said "NoWife" and  "NoWyfe" LOL


                                                        Riding Iron Mountain Twisties

                                        Waiting our turn to go thru the one lane tunnels
                                          Cool view of Mount Rushmore thru the tunnel



 Stopping to check out the sights for a bit      - and of course dangling my feet off the edge  


The boys chatting it up and people watching


When security checks us out and yells "Nice Sweaters Ladies" as we don't blink an eye and keep walking upstairs.... only to realize what he meant when this sign was spotted (and also posted EVERYWHERE). He clearly didn't see us as threatening with our 'colors'.
Another little side hike, courtesy of our buddies who are from SD - gorgeo…

This one time, I tried to outrun a hurricane on a Suzuki Boulevard M50 (803cc).. (fail)

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September 1st, 2016... I was in Flagler Beach, FL at 3:45pm. The Hurricane landed not even 12 hours later... at 1:30am. I did NOT outrun it. Oopsie.


This picture on the left was taken 9-1-16 as I was leaving Flagler Beach on Suzi to outrun the hurricane.... The second half is Flagler Beach Pier after hurricane..

I decided to look back at my first blog post ever... I got the idea to start writing about my crazy adventures as I booked a flight to Florida to fetch my Suzuki Boulevard M50, which was semi-retired and being kept at my dear friends house off A1A in Florida. She was moving, so the bike had to come back to MN. And since I had spent the summer wandering and burning up vacation time, I was pushing my luck to fly there and ride back the 2,000 miles as quick as possible. There were 'storm' warnings for Florida and Georgia and coast all the week prior. Looking back, I realize how crazy the idea and the fact that I did it was. Because I learned a lot of things in those couple…

Sturgis 2019 - Our Campgound and home away from home!

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Sturgis 2019 - Another epic adventure west to Sturgis, SD for the 79th annual Motorcycle Rally is in the books! Fashioned with my trusty hot pink shirt, we hit the road for the 11 hour ride west.





Never fails, we always find ourselves dodging weather one way or the other!

Once upon a time there was only 2 exits into Sturgis. No big deal.. unless its Bike Week and there are over 500,000 people trying to get onto those two exits. A few years back a local told us of a backway into town, through roughly 9 miles of gravel. And rarely any traffic. While we dodged the rain that had just taken over the Black Hills before we got there, we did have to do a little mudding to get our destination. But there was no traffic! LOL


We rolled up to our camp, registered, said hi to all of our annual friends and rode off to our camp spot. Only to find people were already in it. We considered asking them to move, but figured that would be rude. We thought about being obnoxious neighbors to make them move. …