Hence, the nickname of my Harley-Davidson Sportster: Tigerlily.  Now, I love my sporty and I'll never part with her; we've traveled some wild road together.  She's a part of my soul.  Hence, her license plates:  Soulo, which also indicates my preference for wandering.

It took years before I could get up enough money to buy Tigerlily.  In fact, I sold my engagement ring for the down payment.  Look, I would have given the ring back if I broke it off, but he was the one who departed, so I hung onto that ring...a parting gift.  Then when it was time to let it go, I sold it back to its rightful antique dealer from where it was originally purchased and bought 500lbs of feel good freedom and kept the wheels moving forward.

My Evo-Twin and I bonded immediately and have been best friends ever since.

Since the onset of big dollar bikes and big ass engines, there are those that choose to look down on the Sportster as an entry-level bike and so forth.  HA!  I've seen Sportsters out run big fancy rides many times.  Oh, it doesn't matter anyway...

I say, run what ya brung and have fun.  A motorcycle is a sacred machine.  Since when did two-wheels become designer status symbols where riders are judged by their choice of chrome?  I mean, isn't riding all about letting go of judgment and being free of all that BS?  Mercy! 

Those who must judge by what a person rides is really missing the point, eh?  Anyway, most of those pseudo biker people that make brand judgments about other riders are B2B'er show offs (bar 2 bar) and trailer their fancy scoots to every rally.

My bike rides like a bitch on wheels in New York City.  I can take her anywhere, cross-country, in the urban environment, on dirt roads, where ever she wants to roam, we call home.  Sure, she's a hard-ass ride and it's like riding rigid all the time.  I feel like my seat bones are in my throat at the end of a long escapade. 

But, I don't care 'cause I'm in the wind and riding free. 

I'd also love a Ducati to tear up some race track and whip around twisties.  But, alas, my goals for my motorcycle family to grow will happen.  My passion for motorcycles runs deeper than words.  I fully embrace and embody the mystery of the motorcycle love affair.  It is God in the wind to me... 

My Sportster will always be my diva bike, though.  She and I have traveled so many roads together spiritually, physically and emotionally.  When I was on my last dollar, she would cough out a few miles more till I could work a couple of hours for some $.  She's been my saving grace at the Cross Roads, guiding me into the direction that points to my destiny. 

The scariest moment was when a collection agent was coming to my home to take away Tigerlily because I was strivin so hard trying to make ends meet.  She and I were a band on the run all by ourselves.  We borrowed asphalt time to get the borrowed dime to call off the repo man.

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But I never gave up, never will give up.  What's impossible to man, is possible for God...and I LOVE Jesus, the radical love warrior who says that I can move them fingernail cliff hanging mountains with my mustard seed size faith.  Hold the "catch up"!  It's all spicy mustard from here on out...

Ah, yes, someday, I'll share all those mountain climbin' tales with you in my future autobiography.

Having Tigerlily in my life has taught me that anything is possible if you ride hard and let the road teach you a thing or two.  There's so much wisdom to be found out there on the open road where the wind whispering angels ride.

As I am transforming, so is Tigerlily. Right now she is being transformed into a rolling piece of chopper style artwork.   I am involved every step of the way, crafting materials, selecting art work, working on the bike and so forth...  It's kind of an artist/writer/rider project. 

Tigerlily will always be my glamrat bike.  Half glamourpuss and half rat bike. 

Like me:  half glamgal and half hippie earth mamma.