Valentine's Day

The years pass by so quick after age 40. Blink and a year goes by. The big race at Daytons is happening soon. I remember where I was when I heard Dale Sr had died. I was in my truck driving from Columbus, OH to Indy. It was when the Indy M/C trade show used to be worth going to. My husband was showing a bike in Columbus and I left to go back to Indy. For all the wrong reasons. I should have stayed in Columbus and spent time with my husband.
This business can be hard on relationships. So this Valentine's Day I made sure my hubby knew I was thinking of him. He came home to find a little goodie bag of stuff on his work bench. Nothing fancy, some snacks, a wash mitt for his truck, mini mag lights, stuff like that. Oh and a nice card.
He brought me candy and roses. I've spent so much time concentrating on work and survival for so long. It's nice to finally work back into my marriage again, appriciate everyday with him.
Anyhow all the Femme Fatales are busy working, surviving. Summer will be here soon and I want to be out riding, spending time with my godsons, yelling at my brother while he messes stuff up.
Besides the Olympics are on. For a ski bunny like me, there are only one Olympic games, the Winter games.
Ok back to work.

Still Kickin'

So much has happened I don't know where to start. The first weekend of Feb I was at the VTwin Expo in Cinci with the 3 other Femme Fatales. We had a great time and the Femmes seemed to get a good reception by the press and people. The party scene was pure craziness. I got plenty of blackmail pictures. Brian Klock, Billy Lane, Marilyn Stemp, I won't show anyone the pictures. I'm gonna try and write up a story for Bikernet. Too much to write here. Oh I had a such a great time. Saturday night was pure insanity.
This past weekend was the Easyriders Show here in Charlotte, and the above shovelhead won a second place, beating my bike. Frickin Ben and Ryan. Stupid yellow paint was too good. More drunken antics on a Saturday night. And there was no moonshine till Sunday morning when it was badly needed for hangover assisitance.
And my best friend/brother was here in SC house hunting. He searched all weekend while I was at the show and did not find anything. I began to panic. I want my family here!!!!!! So Monday we went on a last ditch effort and found the prize! 11 minutes from my house. It's a 30 acre paradise where the big lug can sit on the expansive front porch and hunt deer. The brick house is incredible but I love the endless hardwood forest behind the house.
So lets see what Crazy Horse has ahead, paint work to do for customers, my 4th book to write, an airbrush class to take next weekend with the best airbrush artist in the world - Dru Blair, a house deal to buy and close with my bro, articles to write for American Iron and The Horse, and stupid Daytona Bike Week is looming like a greedy monster on the horizon.
I'll be back after I clone myself.

True Confessions

Ok, what does a biker chick do in the morning while she's answering emails and starting her day? Does he watch her dvd of Easyrider or videos of Daytona and Sturgis? Or listen to Ted Nugent loud enough to crack the windows of the office? No she doesn't. Actually the Ted Nugent thing will happen later during wet sanding 100 pices of motorcycle time.
She watches, gasp! Martha Stewart! Why? Because REAL biker chicks love to eat GOOD food. And being picky, we know we can do it better ourselves! So we cook kick ass food. And Martha is always coming up with neat ideas. Like today she had a reciepe for Chili Lime Popcorn.

I had a great time Thanksgiving and Christmas cos I got to cook all day. I roasted a turkey, stuffed it with multigrain bread stuffing and sausage/beef stuffing, using a thick slice of rye bread to keep it all in. Then for veggies - mashed red potatoes, green bean casserole, roasted carrots and pearl onions in onion sauce, cranberry dressing, and of course home made apple pie.
Then I eat for week and then spend 3 months dropping the weight!
But that's my (Crazy Horse) confession. Don't know if Sara, Goth or Morgan watch her. But could you imagine the 4 of us on her show? Goth would be unreal funny as usual. Well, pipedreaming as usual.
Back to reality. The plumber comes today to fix a leaky outdoor spigot. It has been leaking for about 8 years now. I keep trying to fix it myself, tough biker chick ya know, and it always starts leaking again. So this time I'm hiring a professional. Well I hope hes professional. Ben Jordan recommmended him so it will be Ben's fault if all goes wrong.