Monday, August 7, 2017

Riding To Happy Camp

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Stopped at the abandoned mercantile. It was bustling with activity on my visit 10 years earlier.
Since I began riding my own motorcycle, I've felt a great urgency to ride to Happy Camp, CA. I've only been to this remote mining town once before, to attend my Aunt Marcia's funeral in 2007. I knew I would return one day, answering the pang in my heart to see her final resting place.

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Marcia's Graduation photo
Marcia and I have always had a great deal in common. She and her husband Bill raised 3 boys and lived in my hometown of Fontana, CA. They moved into an RV when Bill retired and started new careers, gold mining and selling crafts. But after 43 years of marriage, Marcia divorced Bill and moved to Alaska to marry a man she met online. She was a writer, a web developer and an adventurer. I have always admired Marcia, even when she did things that everyone in our family thought were crazy.

Marcia was very timid, humble and conventional. She didn't learn to drive until she was nearly 60-years-old because learning made her so anxious she would quit. But after her divorce it was as if she had broken the shell she had built around her and she became amazingly brave.

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My Mom Suzi, my Grandmother Dora and my Aunt Marcia
In 2003 she was diagnosed with lung cancer and returned to Happy Camp to live the rest of her days. We wrote long letters to one another during her final 4 years and we came to know one another intimately. She shared things with me that no one else knew and I'll keep her private stories in my heart forever.


When Steve and I came to Crescent City, CA I was determined to ride to Happy Camp, which is only 85 miles away. But the ride intimidated me because it's over a rather serious mountain range. I invited Steve to ride with me but he wasn't much interested. I invited my friend Charleyn, who lives in nearby Brookings, OR. Charleyn and her husband Chad have a 2-year-old and most of their free time is spent close to home. So after 6 weeks of procrastinating, I set out to ride alone.

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Stopped in O'Brien for a break.
I left Crescent City, CA and took Route 199 for 46 miles to O'brien, OR. Just west of O'brien is Waldo Road. This well-maintained, two-lane road goes by many names, but most locals just call it Happy Camp Road. The first 10 miles of this 38 miles stretch are in Oregon and near the summit the asphalt is spray painted with the Cali/Oregon border.

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Near the summit in the Klamath National Forest
Happy Camp Road was a thrill to ride! In 38 miles I saw only 7 vehicles. The asphalt is in amazingly great condition, but has the usual road hazards of wildlife, gravel and road kill. Cutting through the Siskiyou Forest on the Oregon side and then the Klamath National Forest on the California side makes for spectacular scenery. The twisties are tight with numerous decreasing radius turns.

The Google Map tells the tale
Once the twists tightened, I could feel my anxiety rising. I'm accustomed to following Steve, so when faced with a challenging road, I start questioning my skill. So I slowed down and decided to relax and enjoy the scenery.

As I came upon one short straightaway, a doe stepped out in the road before me. I wasn't going fast, so I slowed down and kept my distance. She stopped and we locked eyes. She was gentle, unafraid and utterly beautiful. I felt an amazing sense of peace and connection with the forest in that moment.

I continued the ride and arrived in Happy Camp tired, hungry and happy. After I fueled up, grabbed a bite and a cold drink, I headed to the cemetery. It was hot and humid in the valley, as well as full of smoke from a nearby forest fire. The town had changed so dramatically over the last 10 years. Many of the businesses were boarded up and I saw quite a few homes abandoned. When the real estate bubble burst in 2008, this town was hit hard.
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I was so grateful to arrive!
The cemetery gates were locked up and it appeared as if there wasn't a caretaker anymore. I walked around the side and found a broken gate, so I went in. I knew Marcia was buried high upon the hill, so I set out on the climb.

Then I saw another doe. She was standing off to the left, lazily eating the grass. She looked up at me and we both stood still for a long time. She slowly climbed the hill, stopping to nibble along the way. Something told me to follow her. Sure enough, she had been standing at Marcia's grave!

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As I sat beside her headstone I felt relieved. For a few moments I remembered her laugh, her voice and her smile and I felt really good. I guess I had expected to feel sad when I saw her headstone for the first time, but I didn't. It had taken so long for me to finally get back there and it was such a challenging ride, all I could feel was accomplishment and relief.

I'm glad I took the ride and I'm really glad I ended up doing it alone. Although I didn't feel the way I had anticipated when I arrived, I was fine with it. It was just something I needed to do for myself.

I'm sure Marcia was there with me and I'm sure she is proud of the adventurous woman I've become!

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I was pooped when I stopped in O'brien on my way back to Crescent City
We're on another Road Pickle! We hope to find great breweries, tacos, steak and biscuits with gravy, as well as some roadside oddities along the way. If you don't want to miss a thing, join us by subscribing to our vlog on YouTube. I PROMISE you'll see some cool stuff!

And don't forget about my book, Rude Biker Chick, Lessons From My Daddy. Click below for more information.


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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Minimalism of Travel

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From mid-June to mid-July, this is our home.
The picturesque Village Camper Inn in Crescent City, CA is tucked away in the sky-high pines and redwoods and is surrounded by the echos of birds by day and the foghorn from the lighthouse at night. It's beautifully peaceful here, with only the faint buzz of a chainsaw off in the distance from time to time. In the front half of the park are spaces for tents and RVs staying for shorter stays, along with the laundry and bathrooms.

We're staying in the back of the park with the monthly renters, among a wide array of RVs, mostly towables. There are a couple of "Tiny Homes", a mobile home, and a couple of structures that I couldn't even classify. Some of these homes appear to be built by hand, right here on the property. Each space is kept clean, well appointed and nicely cared for.

From the window of our toy hauler I can see our neighbors are quite busy today. This older couple is going in and out of their RV, toting bins, laundry, and grocery bags. I'm rather impressed with their industrious nature.

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Dean is hard at work today.
The folks beside us have a 30' fifth wheel with a slide out. It appears they've lived here for quite some time, because they are quite dug in. They have a shed full of tools, a workbench, a chest freezer and a wishing well outside their RV. They also have a paved sidewalk, custom redwood steps to their front door and some beautiful plants, including a gorgeous hydrangea. Even though their space is narrow they have cut away some of the forest behind their rig to store even more items.

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Our neighbors have quite the set-up, including the most beautiful hydrangeas I've ever seen.
We've enjoyed our stay here. We have hiked a little, spent time on the beach, enjoyed coffee shops, the local brewery and even had Thai food delivered to the bar. There's good riding here, along the coast and into the twisty, mountain roads. It's quiet in Crescent City, especially at night when the last of the open businesses close at 10 pm.

I can see how easy it would be to settle in here for a long time. And whenever one settles in, one accumulates.

I'm very tactile, so I tend to accumulate things that feel good to the touch. I love fine china, real furs, soft blankets, beautiful jewelry, bulky sweaters, etc. I'm learning to appreciate things without owning or keeping them, which has helped me embrace minimalism. And in minimalism I'm finding more freedom.

Certainly, seeing the panicked look on Steve's face each time I bring anything into the RV reminds me to keep things to a minimum. Steve has a terrible aversion to "stuff". His ex-wife is a hoarder and when he left that marriage he was determined to live with less. When we began living as vagabonds I began to see the benefits of minimalism. The less I had, the less I had to worry about.

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I love this teapot not just because I drink tea everyday, but because it was such a thoughtful gift from my Mom.
Still, I have things I want to keep with me. My English teapot of bone china was a birthday gift from my mother in my early twenties. I missed having it when we were vagabonding by motorcycle, so it's been nice having it with me in the RV. But when I dropped the lid and chipped it last week it made me a little sad. It had been pristine up until that time, but now I'm left to wonder how long before it will fall and shatter.

I'm still attached to certain things, I suppose. I believe most of us are attached to a few things. If you're like me the thing you treasure reminds you of a special person or time. It's often not the thing that you value, but the feeling associated with it.

As we embark on our RV-vagabond adventure, minimalism is constantly in the forefront of our minds. We're still determining what we need and eliminating things we thought we would need and don't. We're also finding we don't have everything we need, such as a chair for my workspace, an outside WiFi antennae, and wheel chocks for our motorcycles. (At this point each bike has fallen over once, regardless of being strapped down snugly.) The balance is a difficult one and something we must remain mindful of.

As I watch my neighbors spend the entire morning moving stuff around, I'm grateful I don't have those types of things to worry about now. I have almost as few things now as I did when I first moved out of my Mom's home in 1983, when I packed everything I had into my Chevy Vega Station Wagon. I spent my life accumulating, hoping to find something I was missing, only to be left more empty than ever before. Now that I have less, I have found simplicity and peace and I've never been happier.

We're on another Road Pickle! We hope to find great breweries, tacos, steak and biscuits with gravy, as well as some roadside oddities along the way. If you don't want to miss a thing, join us by subscribing to our vlog on YouTube. I PROMISE you'll see some cool stuff!

And don't forget about my book, Rude Biker Chick, Lessons From My Daddy. Click below for more information.


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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Wearing Enough Motorcycle Gear

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Wearing enough gear

All The Gear, All The Time. How many times have you heard you need to be wearing enough motorcycle gear stay safe?

How much gear does a motorcycle rider need?

Certainly it will protect one from serious injury or death in the case of an accident. But are these "Gear Advocates" being just as cautious in all aspects of their lives?

Most riders stop and have a meal during a long day of riding. If you're anything like me, you eat burgers and fries, not a salad. I have a huge appetite when I ride so I usually want something substantial. Riding burns calories, even if you're just riding a long, straight, boring highway, so it makes sense that you'll want a big meal.

According to statistics, 17,629 American motorcycle riders died of heart disease in 2014, but only 4,295 American motorcycle riders in the U.S. died in a motorcycle accidents in the same year.*

This staggering statistic shows more than 4 times as many riders die of heart disease than in motorcycle accidents.

Chances are those "Preachers of ATGATT" are not putting the same thought about safety into every aspect of lives. Do these same people wear a seat belt every time they get into a car? Are they getting regular health checkups at their doctor, practicing safe sex, reducing their stress and going to the gym regularly? Do they smoke, drink too much or use drugs? Are they wearing sunscreen and drinking enough water? What other dangerous habits do these same critics have?

As I said, wearing gear and protecting yourself is wise. But I'll be honest. I am fed up with being nagged about the jacket I wear or the type of boots I buy, especially if a rider is clearly not taking the same care with all aspects of their health.

The hypocrisy is repugnant.
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Like everything else in life I believe that my body is my business. If I ride without motorcycle gear, have casual sex with strangers and eat 10 Jack-In-The-Box tacos at midnight, it is my choice. It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, because I believe some of these riders really care. But I would hope that they are evaluating their own lives as much as they are evaluating mine.

I guarantee you the next sanctimonious nag that gives me unsolicited advice about my choices is going to have their bacon cheeseburger slapped out of their hands and get an earful from me in a show of solidarity.

We're on another Road Pickle! We hope to find great breweries, tacos, steak and biscuits with gravy, as well as some roadside oddities along the way. If you don't want to miss a thing, join us by subscribing to our vlog on YouTube. I PROMISE you'll see some cool stuff!

And don't forget about my book, Rude Biker Chick, Lessons From My Daddy. Click below for more information.


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*I gathered data and worked extensively with a statistician to determine these figures. These statistics are from 2014.
Total population of Americans - 318.9 million.
Total registered motorcycles riders in the U.S. - 9,200,000.
This means 2.89% of Americans ride motorcycles.

4,295 American motorcycle riders died in a motorcycle related accidents, according to Motorcycle Industry Council.

610,000 Americans died of heart disease.
2.89% of Americans who died of heart disease averages 17,629.

In theory, approximately 17,629 American motorcycle riders died of heart disease.





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Friday, June 2, 2017

Motorcycle Skills

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Kern River Brewing is one of our favorite destinations in this part of California. There's great ride to reach it from any direction, along with rapidly crisp craft beer and satisfying grub waiting to be devoured, this rustic brewery has it all. 

The Kern River is overflowing it's banks this summer due to the heavy rainfall and deep snowpack in the Sierras. The water rages white over hidden obstacles drowning on the banks. The dramatic scene consists of towering cliffs carved over the years, the furious river, and the narrow road the winds beside it.CA 178 takes travelers from the Bakersfield basin up to Lake Isabella, a favorite destination for outdoorsy types.

Steve and I decided to take a ride to scout out dry camping locations for our new RV. The ATC toy hauler is 32' long and 8.5' wide, so it's important to be certain of the roads we choose to take before we get stuck somewhere. The motorcycles are the perfect scouting vehicles, not only because riding is more fuel efficient, but because it's far more fun than driving a cage, even Steve's new Chevy Silverado.

As we rode through the bright green groves flourishing in the 95 degrees outside of Bakersfield, we hoped to reach cooler temperatures at the higher elevations, but unfortunately, we did not. The ride through the canyon was not unbearably hot, but it would have been nice if it were cooler.

Nearing the end of the canyon the twisties turned tight, with a number of 15 mph signs among the curves. Back and forth, back and forth, weaving through blind corners on tilted asphalt, my V Star labored.

"The guardrails along the highway are sporadic, so losing one's focus could result not only in flying over a cliff onto rocks that will assuredly break bones, but landing in the rapids to drown in a matter of moments."


When we reached the Kern River Brewing Company for lunch, Steve carried himself with ease, wearing a bright smile.

"Did you enjoy riding?" I asked him.

It has been quite awhile since Steve had done much riding.

"Yeah, it was great. How about you?"

"I struggled. I had become so accustomed to riding the Victory Octane for the past year it seems I've forgotten how awkward my V Star can feel. I was fighting with the motorcycle, struggling to find the sweet spot in the balance, and couldn't let myself to trust her in the turns."

"I'm sorry you didn't enjoy it."

I felt bad as I could see the disappointment come over his face.

"I wasn't bad. It was just hard. I'll get used to it again. It's just going to take me some time."

He smiled and we ordered some food.

When we headed back down the canyon I was determined to diagnose my problem and fix it. I was frustrated with myself. On the ride up the canyon I had just surpassed my 60,000 lifetime mile mark, which may not seem like much to some riders, but it's quite an achievement to me for only 4 years of riding.

I changed my posture on the bike, relaxed my arms and wrists, consciously breathed deeper (I tend to hold my breath when I'm stressed), and loosened my grip on the handlebars. Right away I found my groove and relaxed into the familiar rhythm of my bike. Before I knew it I was flying through the twisties with confidence and control, as I've done hundreds of times before.

I took a deep sigh and smiled in my helmet.

"There it is! That's it!"

Even though the beauty of the canyon was stunning, I focused on the road ahead. I kept Steve far enough ahead of me to see him in my peripheral vision and still look through the turns. I don't like to follow too closely because I may come around a blind corner into a surprise.

As I rolled down the canyon, I was wondering why it seems that the decreasing radius turns are always hidden behind the blind corners and if you're going to run into gravel, it's always right after the apex of the turn.

The road straightened and I took a few glances over at the statuesque canyon walls shading the turbulent, white water. The guardrails along the highway are sporadic, so losing one's focus could result not only in flying over a cliff onto rocks that will assuredly break bones, but landing in the rapids to drown in a matter of moments. I turned my attention back to the road ahead and kept my focus on the road and my partner ahead of me.

Just as Steve glided into a shaded "S" turn I noticed beyond him an SUV speeding towards us in the oncoming lane. As I came into the turn and leaned to the right my back tire jumped up out from under me and skipped. I had hit either a bump or a pothole. I don't know which because I didn't see it in the changing light. I corrected myself as I changed the turn to the left, but instantly realized I had over-corrected. My front tire skimmed the double yellow and I knew that speeding SUV was just around the bend.

"SHIT!"

I corrected again, leaning hard to the right towards the center of my lane, throttling hard so as to keep myself from low-siding, squeezing the clutch slightly. (I've learned that covering and/or squeezing my clutch slightly in a troubled turn I have more control of the speed and throttle. I'm not certain that this is "proper" riding technique but it works for me.)

By the time the SUV appeared I was entirely back in my lane and had control again. When I caught my breath I considered what had just happened.

There are times we simply can't see what's coming. It's just part of life. When we're stressed, losing our confidence, and holding on too tightly, we become dangerous, to ourselves and others. But when we relax, find the groove, and focus on the task at hand, we can deal the bumps in the road. Had I been manhandling the bike and hit that bump, someone might be fishing my mangled body out of the Kern River today.

I believe my riding experience helped me greatly today, although I'm not so arrogant to think I had it all under control. Control is really an illusion. Experience has taught me that as well.

We're on another Road Pickle! We hope to find great breweries, tacos, steak and biscuits with gravy, as well as some roadside oddities along the way. If you don't want to miss a thing, join us by subscribing to our vlog on YouTube. I PROMISE you'll see some cool stuff!

And don't forget about my book, Rude Biker Chick, Lessons From My Daddy. Click below for more information.


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Thursday, May 18, 2017

Hitting the Road in the New Pickle Rig

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At the gas station in Vija, AZ. This place is quiet and desolate, but takes cash only and restroom reeks like a pit toilet. Thank goodness I have my own toilet everywhere I go!
The journey from San Diego, CA to Napannee, IN to pick up our new ATC Toy Hauler has been a whirlwind of chaos. Over the last 6 weeks we've struggled with one issue after the other.

Steve's pickup has had a couple of mechanical issues that have caused some setbacks. We've encountered some difficult weather, illness, exhaustion, and a couple of small repairs on the toy hauler. It seems with an endeavor such as this, things always cost more than one expects.

We've been struggling to keep our work caught up on our business, packing, unpacking, digging through our storage, unpacking, putting things in cabinets, buying furniture. . .

Our list of "RV Needs" never gets shorter. We no sooner buy one item then we realize we need something else. I've heard this is never-ending. For every item we've purchased we've donated, sold or thrown out 10 times more.

It's been a huge transition. But it's been well worth it.

This morning we are parked at Sweetwater Summit RV Campground, a park run by the County of San Diego. We are finishing up the last of our business in the area and then moving on. We finally have everything out of storage and in the RV, we have both motorcycles and all of the doctor appointments are completed. From here it looks like we'll be heading to Bakersfield to see our kids.

Take a look at the video below of our toy hauler on the day we took delivery. You can follow our daily journey on Road Pickle or you can follow us on Instagram and Facebook and get more indepth adventuring on our YouTube Channel.

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Sunday, April 16, 2017

And We're Off!

Nearing Casa Grande, about 80 miles from Tucson.
We've finally hit the road! After what seemed like an eternity of purging and packing we now have all of our belongings sorted out, freeing us up to get mobile again.

My main concern was keeping the important items safe whilst Steve ditched everything else. The task of separating things for donation, for sale, trash, long term storage, RV use and temporary road use was arduous. This was my responsibility because had I left it for Steve everything would have gone down our apartment building's trash chute.

Our apartment, finally packed and ready to go.

Our focus is "smaller-living" but we both approach that differently. Steve wants to trash almost everything and only pick up what he needs along the way. And while that seems like a good idea, every now and then we realize we're missing something very, very important. This stresses me out terribly, so as a control freak I believe I can manage every item we have in our possession if I'm just given the time to sort through everything.

Some boxes, tubs, closets, drawers and cupboards took longer than others. They all took an emotional and physical toll on me. Thankfully, it's done now.

As we arrived in Tucson we climbed into bed and both slept about 18 hours the first day. Once refreshed we started getting out and about in the city, running errands and seeing friends.

We joined the ever elusive Ken at Barrio Brewing in the heart of Tucson's barrio. 

This was our first time meeting Ken face-to-face. (Yes, he dropped the menu for us, but he's camera shy.) We've been long time friends on a Google+ Community Motorcycle Riders. By far this has been my favorite online motorcycling community as we find so many like-minded riders there. Actually, we've met a few of the folks face-to-face since we started Road Pickling.

We met Wallace and Lynn at Nico's Taco joint in Marana, just north of Tucson. 

Wallace and Lynn are avid riders, owning 5 or 6 motorcycles between them. They also RV regularly so they were giving us some tips for our future vehicle. We shared lots of laughs and they have some great riding stories. Unfortunately, the night we met up with Wallace and Lynn I wasn't feeling well and I missed out on my favorite food, tacos.

By the time we got back to the hotel I was in terrible shape. I ended up in bed for a day and a half completely wiped out. I'm assuming it was the flu. Because I have Fibromyalgia I have a weakened immune system so I'm constantly getting sick. It really sucks. Luckily I wasn't out for long!

I joined Chris Black of The Adventures of Olive and Emilie at 5 Points Market and Restaurant in Downtown. We talked about kids, motorcycles, travel and RV's. Chris and I both seem to be in sync with our views on life and I value every minute I spend with her. She's been a good friend for a long time now. You'll see a little bit about Chris in the video below.



We leave tomorrow (Monday April 17) morning and have a few stops planned between here and Nappanee, IN. We're hoping for a couple of breweries, a good steak, and some roadside oddities along the way. If you don't want to miss a thing, join us by subscribing to our vlog on YouTube. I PROMISE you'll see some cool stuff!

My ebook, "Rude Biker Chick: Lessons From My Daddy" is available for purchase here. Buy your copy now or if not for you, buy a copy for a friend! The woman in your life will love you for it.


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Tuesday, April 4, 2017

Mimi and Moto - The Motorcycle Monkeys


Recently the authors of The Adventures of Mimi and Moto, The Motorcycle Monkeys sent a copy of their children's book to me as a gift for my grandson Jackson. I can't wait to share it with him!

This adorable children's story about motorcycling monkeys is going to be a great way for me to introduce motorcycles to Jackson. Jackson and my great-niece Sophia, who will be 3 and 4 years old in July, respectively, are both fascinated and frightened by motorcycles. They love to look at them but the loud noise of the engine is too much for them. Short of buying each of them small motorcycles to learn on, I couldn't figure out how to help them relate to my all-time greatest passion.

Sophia loves the Indian Roadmaster I bought for her a couple of years ago.

That is, until Mimi and Moto rode into my life.


This furry faced duo tell the story of two road hungry riders making their way through a variety of roads. Unlike most motorcyclists, Mimi and Moto seem to love almost every motorcycle style on the road. From baggers to UJMs, sport bikes to dirt bikes, and even a sidecar, these two have the garage I would love to have! This makes the story more universal and should certainly appeal to the children of most riders.

The illustrations by Estaban Alvarado are bold and vivid, clearly depicting the distinctly different bikes. The pages are thick for little hands to easily turn. As a parent and now grandparent, I remember how important that is for young readers.

Jackson is one of the happiest people I've ever met. I can't wait to get him riding!

I'll be visiting my great-niece Sophia on Friday, so this copy will go to her, after we read it together, of course. I'll be ordering a copy from Amazon to be shipped to Jackson's house in Bakersfield. We can read it together as soon as I arrive for a visit in May.

As a Mom Who Rides, I want to see my kids and grandkids find the love of riding. Perhaps this will be a good way to help make that happen.

My ebook, "Rude Biker Chick: Lessons From My Daddy" is available for purchase here. Buy your copy now or if not for you, buy a copy for a friend for the holidays! The woman in your life will love you for it.


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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Road Pickle Again

We're getting back on the road.

The difficult decision was not whether to get back on the road or to stay in San Diego, but how to best execute the plan. We took in so many suggestions, rolled ideas around for months, and finally formulated a plan.

We've purchased a 28' toy hauler from ATC to tow with Steve's 1999 GMC Sierra and we're hitting the road. These are so popular that we had to order it and we're currently waiting the 7 weeks for delivery.


We'll be rolling our motorcycles in, of course. We selected solid black exterior.

The bedroom with substantial storage around and under the queen size bed. 

The bathroom has everything we need for full time living.

Along with more storage space. 

The kitchen is small but has all of the essentials. 

Steve and I have had no experience with RVing so this will be a learning experience for the both of us. Instead of vagabonding on motorcycles and staying in hotels, we'll be taking the bikes, our Beagle and our home with us.

The motorcycles are an integral part of the traveling equation though. We both know we enjoy time to ourselves, so we intend to take turns spending time at the RV with the dog while the other takes a long ride for a few days, or maybe a couple of weeks.

We move out of our San Diego apartment on April 7 and head to Tucson for two weeks to wait for the trailer to be completed. Once we are certain of the completion date we'll drive to Nappanee, IN to take delivery. From there we're going to Bolingbrook, IL to visit the nearest Ikea. We'll stay just a couple of nights to visit friends there as well. From there we drive directly back to CA to get our motorcycles and a few things to set up house. Then, we are on our way.

You're welcome to come along with us by subscribing to our new YouTube Channel, Road Pickle.

Stick around. This should be fun!



My ebook, "Rude Biker Chick: Lessons From My Daddy" is available for purchase here. Buy your copy now or if not for you, buy a copy for a friend for the holidays! The woman in your life will love you for it.


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Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Big Announcement Coming

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Steve and I loved the Dungeon Bar in Sturgis! It was the highlight of the rally for us. 
The time has come to make some big changes in my life. If you've been reading my recent blog posts you've probably anticipated some changes that are coming.

But I guarantee you'll still be really surprise by our big announcement.

You can join both Steve and I LIVE on my Facebook page on Sunday, March 12 at 12 noon. I will also be posting the news here on my blog if you want to catch it here instead.

(Coincidentally, March 12 will be Steve's Birthday, so you can drop by our LIVE announcement to wish him well.)



(For some reason Blogger cut off the bottom of my video I have above. Just take a peek at Ashin's LuLaRoe Store for more info and a much better view of the clothes I've fallen in love with.)

My ebook, "Rude Biker Chick: Lessons From My Daddy" is available for purchase here. Buy your copy now or if not for you, buy a copy for a friend for the holidays! The woman in your life will love you for it.


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Monday, February 20, 2017

The Road Owns Me

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This love of the road has a strong hold on me. I need to find a way to answer it's call.

Song lyrics are haunting me. . .

"Moving me down the highway, rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free. . . "
- Jim Croce

How was I to know in May 2013, after only being on the road a couple of months, that I would be spoiling my future? That I would fall so madly in love with the road that I may never be able to live stationary again.

"I hear it call
Sounds so sweet and plain
I gotta go, baby
Because the road's my middle name."
- Bonnie Raitt

If this all sounds very romantic, well, that's because it is. My romance with that asphalt is as real as any romance I've ever known. The independence of my own ride, my own hands steering my bike, determining my path, following my heart, is the only thing I can think about now.

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When I was in Alaska riding my friend's Sportster down to Homer, I had this incredible epiphany. There was a moment when the clouds opened and the sun shone through on the two lane Sterling Highway ahead. I was overcome with a sense of autonomy, this breathtaking singularity.

"I can go anywhere. . . I can go anywhere I want to go. I don't need anyone to go with me either."

It was if, for the first time in my life, I had liberty. Finally, I was emancipated from my own fears.

"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free."
- Kris Kristofferson

I want to be unattached. I want to own nothing that I'm not willing to let go. Even if I lost my motorcycle I hope I would not lose my freedom.

You know, we may own our things, but they in turn own us.

Though I want to be on the road, perhaps I am not actually free. Perhaps now, the road owns me.

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About Sash


People call me "Sash" because I'm a former beauty queen in my old home town. My father used to ride in an MC which got me interested in the culture. After my last divorce I said "goodbye" to Susie Homemaker and became the rude biker chick I always felt inside. (Read more...)