First, many thanks to everyone for all of your sweet letters to me.
It's a treasure to me that you are so curious about my lifestyle.
Perhaps I can inspire you, make you laugh, or just take you on a detour from a
dull moment. I thought answering some of your frequent questions in an
essay style would be more entertaining for you. This section continues to
grow
because I haven't finished answering your questions. Best wishes for a God
blessed 2009 - time to shine.
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by Pat Lassiter (c) 2008
UPDATE
SEPTEMBER 2009:
Chasing dreams folks...living and realizing and riding these dreams to LIVE, my brothers and sisters. Yeah, I'm doing it by the seat of my riding pants in the saddle. This website, so homegrown, the method very organic and slow but sure and deeply truthful to my musical CORE, my dears. I shall keep on pressin on...forgin on. Like Joseph and the techno colored dream coat left for dead by his own brothers, by the Grace of God go I, too...to be an example of faith and constant activity in faith no matter how darn scary and dark things may seem...just keep on keepin on, sweet friends and family. Yes, it is difficult and sometimes you want to sit on the side of the road and thumb a ride back home...but you got to keep going forward. This little biker chick aka Chrome Cowgirl wants to be an inspiration to you to believe in yourself and keep on living your hearts desires and realizing your dreams even in the smallest ways. Remember St. Theresa, the little flower, who loved the little way. How the little way can be such a big way after all.
JANUARY 2009:
2008 was truly one of the test of spirits for me. April 5, 2008 my beloved, amazing Daddy Poppi went home to heaven. Never in a million years would I ever think how that experience would rattle my soul. Suddenly, poof, my Poppi disappeared into spirit because his fragile physical being was ate up by Leukemia. With that, I called off my wedding plans because the idea of being dressed up with no Poppi to dance me down the aisle to my beloved Patrick just tore me up. Oh Patrick and I are forever soulmates...indeed. It's just that getting married needs to hold off until I got the grieving to a more peaceful plateau. In 2008 we lost Samantha Morgan, our precious windsister whose smile will forever be embossed on our hearts as we'd watch her engaged in her most favorite activity, riding motorcycles in the Thrill Arena... lovely Sammie girl. Then in July, Tux was also taken by Leukemia. An icon in the NYC motorcycle world. There was a man who was so instrumental in my blending my love of art and motoractivity. In August, my beautiful friend Mark "Papa" was gunned down in the streets of San Francisco. He was a constant inspiration to my art and my riding. We became super close pals and he was so much fun to ride with through the streets of NYC. So losing these four folks whose presence so deeply walked my life was really quite a challenge and it still is... May they all rest in peace and be beautiful angels.
BACKGROUND:
I've got lots of spirit that houses an old soul and a giant heart. Life began on November 22nd for me thanks to Ann and John (Poppi) Mullins, on a frigid, snowy evening in Long Island, New York. Oh yes, Pop left Ann's suitcase on top of the car roof and drove off to the hospital for my eager arrival. I'm a Scorpio Sagittarius mutt mix, born on the cusp of the signs. So depending upon the various newspaper's astrology date terms, I'm one or the other and I usually tend to lean toward the sign that has the more favorable prediction, though I take heed of the warnings! I find the combination of these signs very convenient and feel that I am more Sag than Scorpio. But most important of all, I'm the sign of the cross.
I am an American and potpourri of nationalities with lots of Irish green in me blood. All of this mixing makes for a very diverse cocktail of a person. . .I suppose similar to that of a happy, interesting and rather smart mutt. No, I am not Russian and my real name isn't Alexander or Alexandra. It's just Sasha.
Known as a deliriously happy baby with gigantic blue eyes who tried to absorb the world's wonder all at once, immediately I thought I had discovered a most hilarious and entertaining earth. Early on, everything was a delight to me and exploring outside of the obvious came naturally. My colorful imagination as a child dramatist left family members and school teachers with enormous question marks over their heads as they tried to "figure me out" and pigeon hole my personality to fit squarely into some fine stereotype.
Growing up, I was a tiny, hippy, geeky kid who was not only picked last for gym activities, but NEVER picked and it was left up to the gym teacher to decide where I'd be placed. However, I was picked favorably for Dodge ball since I was so tiny, nobody could ever hit me and I would low ball my throws so they could barely be caught by the ferocious opponent and hopefully would strike his leg or tip off his hand as he tried to catch it. Notice how I say "he" because rare was it ever that two girls were left in the final moments of that vicious game. That ball would be thrown so hard at me that it'd slap the plastic fabric walls leaving an indentation that nearly reached down the hall. I was at the same time like a little caterpillar contorting my body and a trapped fox darting all over one side of the gym trying to save my life. Sometimes, I would get so exhausted running for my life, I would toss the ball to my opponent and hope he would catch it.
My dark curly hair was always in a perpetual bed head state as my personal style included rummage sale clothing and fake mink shoulder wraps, taped up eyeglasses and still this ugly duckling thought she was the fairest in all the land. I adored all things unusual and with character and still do.
I have always loved
church and all things Godly and angelic. I belonged to Central
Baptist Church "The Friendliest Church in New York" (this
is so true!) on 92nd Street in NYC, and now I've followed Pastor
Bobby Lewis
from there to his New Life Church being established in Harlem. I haven't yet found a coolio church
like that one here in Nashville, so I continue to seek one, but in the meantime
have delightful dialog with God on my own. I have a new friend in Mista
D...the Minister Damien Horne who is also a stunning musician and artist.
As a high school senior, I became a punk rocker with raven-hue waist-length spiked hair and Gothic attire comprised of old black lace funeral dresses from the Salvation Army. I left the nest at seventeen to find my way and soon discovered that life wasn't that hilarious anymore. In fact, oh, boy, was I in for a surprise as my idealism and naivety would spell double trouble out there in the big world. But, I still kept evolving and forging onward towards my goals and dreams which, at that time, seemed like as I moved forward, the goals and dreams inched further from my reach. As I look back, they simply weren't the right goals, but those lessons and experiences sure did pave the way for an interesting journey.
My family survived many incredible hardships together and we still all remain TOGETHER. We are blessed, indeed. My folks hung on by their fingernails TOGETHER even though their fingernails were down to nubs many times. I've got four siblings all married with lots of gorgeous, silly nieces and nephews for me to auntie and spoil which is one of the most precious blessings to me. The family are all New Yorkahs. I'm the wild child of the bunch, you might say...
A gear head at heart, I fell in love with cars and motorcycles at an early age. Influenced by my hard working, blue-collar, tin-knocking, mechanic Poppi, as a little girl I would sit at his knee and pass tools into his permanently greased lined calloused hands as he worked on his coughing, tired old cars. I would turn the pages of his mechanic manuals so that his engine oiled hands wouldn't soil the pages further than they already were. I was also in charge of making instant Nescafe coffee for him the color of the gold Winston cigarette pack. I was very proud of these responsibilities as a little girl who so admired her Pop's technical savvy.
I loved to pretend drive any one of the ol' resting vehicles which included, at one time or another: the ol'
burnt out Cadillac or
the Duster with the hot black vinyl seats or the baby blue AMC Pacer. Then
there was this mysterious home-painted sand colored
cross-bred station wagon/sedan with the hippy leather choker swinging from the
rear view mirror, oh, and the VW bus that would sail the family several lanes across
traffic while we braved high winds crossing bridge. Yeah, I would pretend to cruise 'cross country, far away to
"Somewhere Over the Rainbow" locations in my young mind. Motorcycles became my passion at nine-years old...a comedy to read about in my
book: Bikerlady, Living & Riding Free. But, it
was a secret to my family for no one rode a motorcycle and my tough borough
parents would never tolerate such a passion.
My Pop would take us to demolition derbies and this excitement watching cars slammed together, the scent of engine oil, gas, exhaust and the sounds of metal crunching metal was a high for me. Anything to do with cars and motorcycles always fascinated me. Our annual trip to the International Car show at the once famous NY Coliseum was paradise for me; a place to dream which free spirited vehicle would be mine when I turned sixteen. I didn't get a car at sixteen, however, it was later on.
Sadly, though, I never got a car 'til after high school and I was doomed to
school bus ridicule. So, much to my mother's fury, I would often miss the
school bus having stayed up all hours into the night listening to classic tunes, Led Zeppelin,
'Stones, Rush, Queen, Heart, and many other delicious rock n roll
flavors. My first car was a '70
Charger....I called her "Samantha: The
Great White Shark." I got her well used for $700 hard earned dollars slinging
pizza. This was before these ol' cars became chic to own. I was
turned on by the muscle, the sheer badaboom of my Charger. That Shark had divatude from every angle and at the same
time made eyeballs roll to mimic her sharkness. She swam the highways
making full use of her lane and
we became best
friends, until one day, she nearly died in a crash. Not by me, by a
temporary boyfriend. I was devastated to see her in such pain. The
entire driver's side was crushed like a stomped soda can. I
didn't have any money to fix her but refused to junk her. I drove my white
shark all smashed up with the foul steering column which meant I had to start steering her nearly a
1/4 mile before a turn to get her to finally turn when it was time and at that
moment a huge grinding "clunk" would let me know that, indeed, I had
successfully turned. UGH! She squeaked and leaked and peeped
and pooped all the way to our destination. It was heartbreaking all
right. I tried to spray paint her crumbled body. Not a particularly
fabulous idea. Eventually, she was sold for a song to a young boy who
lusted for her. I was pleased to sing her to him because he had the same
adoration for the Great White Shark as I did and he was determined to restore
her. He was only 15 years old. A gentle boy who timidly appeared
with his business man father. So, my beautiful Great White Shark lived on
as a project for another soul to enjoy.
As a striving artist and business person during my life, I've lived many lives,
worked all kinds of jobs, lived in all kinds of places and as a result am the
proud author and owner of several wild and intense life chapters. 
Surely these tales will be published in a future
collection. Right now, I am lovingly beginning to live my dreams as I
pursue my most passionate goals and purpose in this life according to God's
will, which is mighty. I've been blessed with many wonderful
talents--each that I honor in the name of being blessed with the opportunity and
fortitude to follow my dreams in the face of overwhelming adversity.
Gosh, you know the experience, folks. Powering through the darkest hours, surrounded inside the
darkest clouds - no light in sight but knowing it's there - somewhere. But seeds are planted deep into darkness,
where there is nary a hint of light, far from the
surface where the light coaxes the blossom to emerge from the shell...so I like to
think those dark times were fertile for personal growth and goals blossoming
later on.
See,
I believe that the sacrifices, disappointments and
frustrations that occur when pursuing dreams and a desirable, passionate
lifestyle are well worth it and one should NEVER give up or settle--no matter how far your
fingernails have been whittled down to nubs as you cling to your destiny.
Hang in there. Priorities matter. Happiness matters. Living
your most heartfelt purpose in this life, matters. That's what we're here
for. So just keep on, keeping on. It ain't easy. It's not
comfortable, but just do it...hang in there.
I must admit, my motorcycle passion has been the single most important adoration in this life that has led me to experience and realize my dreams. I'm a journalist, an author, a musician, a business gal and artist with lots more talent to explore. And that two-wheeled little machine is my sunlight that consistently encourages me to blossom. I don't know how to explain this other than it's like God talks to me on my Motorcycle. That's the only place I guess where I'm totally focused on HIM, and nothing else. Just the man upstairs. So I get into that still place. Just me and God. God involking the Holy Spirit within me and then I like to try and let my little human self be like Jesus, the most awesome wanderful journeyman, and Sun/Son light.
My motorcycle has driven many opportunities for me and
I'm having a great time discovering all that I am and can be as I cruise the endless highways of
life. 
My original dream in life for me as a young child was all
things having to do with art, music, theater and dance. There were
many situations that sidetracked my original heartfelt desires because of my
upbringing and circumstances. Anything to do with the arts was not supported in my parent's
household. The rule of the day was: learn a trade. So I
did. But then I wandered back on to my purpose, my dedicated path in
life. Nothing would get in my way, because I guess I've got alot to do on
this earth with inspiring folks through my art. That's just fine with me
and helping and encouraging people is a great reason to have a strong purpose
with one's art.
Oh, indeed it was my motorcycle that rode me right back into my destiny and my unity with God. I am free to be.
I'm a New York City girl 
who now lives in Nashville. I adore NYC
and had worked in the World Trade Center. I often wonder what ever
happened to all the lovely people I would chat with in the elevator, at the
coffee shop, in the health food store, at The Greatest Bar on Earth, at the
security desk and so forth? Working at the Trade Center offered a
sanctuary that no other location in town had available. We had the harbor,
the garden, free entertainment, art shows, the river park, all kinds of
interesting shops and meeting places and this was housed under one arena. WTC had spectacular views that constantly reminded you to stretch far and wide
in your mind, heart and soul because anything in life is possible. I
always wanted to have the most romantic soul mate date high above the city and
because I adored the Trade Center, I dreamed that glorious someday date would
eventually manifest there. I treasured my moments working on the 36th
floor of the North Tower as a part-time secretary at Kemper Insurance
Agency. I had a fantastic boss who became a great friend. I
was the only employee who dressed leather clad in biker tees or in long flowing
renaissance dresses. Oh sure I have a suit or two, very edgy looking
threads. Overall, I could never conform to the corporate lifestyle.
And one of the greatest gifts working at the WTC was the spectacular view of the Statue of Liberty, my personal icon, my shero. WTC and the people who worked and visited there who perished are forever in my heart. New York City is indeed where my roots are, but as a biker who roams around the country, I love everywhere. My country 'tis of thee!
Music City is a great new home for me. Nashville has been kind and an encouraging place to be right now. I have lots of space to live, lots of room to roam at anytime. There are strong, fine people here who have big hearts, are tremendously talented and salt of the earth. Real, honest, hard working folks. I treasure the culture here. Southern gentlemen have been the most exciting to discover. There is a truth to Southern gentlemanly ways. And I've snagged me one fine Southern gent, let me tell you.
If I had all the financial freedom in the world, where would I be? Gosh
is there truly freedom in the financial? Yes, if utilized as a money tool.
A tool to evolve and experience. If I had lots of money tool, I'd
be operating at the top of all my opportunities and goals for my higher purpose,
but more importantly, I would
still always be right here so tiny in the palm of God's hand, helping everyone to
realize their dreams, too. Realizing heartfelt dreams is the key to discovering
one's blessed purpose. That's building great opportunities and using the
money tool to it's optimal benefit. Discovering one's treasured purpose and living a
full life according to that purpose is miraculous and produces lots of genuine happiness.
And it doesn't have to do with having money. You just do what you can with the
best you have and the resources like money will follow. That's the laws of
attraction....the laws of nature and truthful living.
Life is about lovingly evolving on every level: body, mind, heart and soul.
God always chooses a conduit to capture one's heart. For me, it was my motorcycle and the biker lifestyle. (I love and treasure my "brothers and sisters.") God always provides inspiring souls to carry out various spiritual works here on earth. Life is hard, yes, but it's really fun and adventurous, too. I like to avail myself as an inspiring soul, because Lord knows, we all need each other and we all need some fun in our lives. Amen? Plus, life is way more fun when we live it as a celebration helping one other to maximize our individual potential and follow our heart's desires, and, above all, love and encourage each other.
Hobbies: Many. I'll try most anything and then preserve what I love best and add to my hobby roster. For instance, I love to cook. Cooking is a beautiful art form and so loving. The art of preparation, the art of serving, the art of dining and entertaining. Breaking bread with friends and family is one of my favorite events. I love to host parties and gather everyone together as one big family. Though I am a free spirit, I dig the idea of home and nesting, too, someday, which opens a whole other corral of hobby horses. Future hobby goals include taking art classes for painting and sketching, learning to nitro drag race (nix that) and continuing my love for designing and sewing.
I'm the total arts & crafts geek 
and
would love to complete my education in photography. I have many
gardens at my riverfront Nashville home and the most awesome garage to tinker on
motorcycles! I even want to take mechanic classes so I can learn as
much as I can about building and designing motorcycles and tinkering on cars.
I love all the arts: theater, music, dance, film, fine art, and more.
I also enjoy visiting all kinds of museums.
No kids, but I do have two little kitties, Gypz Jingles and Jazz; a wonderful chrome charming named Patrick, and two toy poodles from Patrick's life journey named Sami and Roscoe. If you go to my facebook page (add me as a friend first), you'll have the delight of enjoying many photos there.
In summary, I am so in love with life and opportunity that I truly endeavor to live every moment as if it is my last breath, no matter what the circumstance. It's hard to live this way sometimes, but I don't care. I just do it. And an update to this statement is that: I have been challenged to feel really in love with life this past year. I want to feel that way, truly, but some of the hurdles I had to undertake really made for some unbelievable chapters in my life. The movement of life...a symphony of sorts.
Enuff about me! Tell me about you...I welcome you to share with me who you are, and, again, I thank you for your darling letters and inquiries. I love to encourage people, so if you feel like sharing your thoughts or situations or need advice on anything, or just need someone to reach out to, or someone to listen to you...don't hesitate to contact me, okay? chromecowgirl at gmail dot com
May the Ride Set You Free!
Homeward Bound. I wish I was...