Chrome Cowgirl's Down the Road a Peace

2011-09-30T10:02:00.001-06:00

I'm dancing. The 28th marks six months married to my man. We're together five years total. Having an amazing companion makes life so much more adventurous. Love is eternal and keeping our marriage eternal is an art we engage in daily.

Harley-Davidson Sunglasses Review

2011-09-28T08:54:00.000-06:00

Early this summer I decided to put these Harley-Davidson 5006 sunglasses to the test. I loved the styling and thought I need to know if they are show and go. Not just show.

They rock in the comfort department. By far the most comfortable sunglasses I've ever worn. Lightweight and well fitting. The glasses did their job sun blocking and little did I squint. My baby blues are super sensitive to light, too. Stylistically, these shades went with all my outfits dressed up or down or bare....hahahaha. I love the plain black with pink rhinestone Harley bar and shield decorating each temple. Classy. Shiny. Right up my Alley. Wear 'em for the long haul or the short sashay.

Available in different colors, too.

Pick yourself up a pair. You won't be disappointed.

Ditch the SH!T

2011-09-26T14:36:00.003-06:00

Did ya ever wanna? Just. Ditch. the. Sh!t? That means ditch the stench of anything that doesn't work in your world. Including people that suck your soul. Including Sh!t that just don't float your boat.

Ditch it all.

That takes guts. It takes consuming fun joyful soul things in life that don't produce Sh!tty unhappy lifeless things.

It takes really really loving yourself, to ditch all that drains you.

enuf is enuf. I'm gonna smell some roses today and recreate my life.

Sasha & Motoroadeo MMC release an official Love Ride fundraiser song

2011-09-12T09:32:00.002-06:00

Sasha and Motoroadeo MMC

release an official Love Ride fundraiser song

The Love Ride song is humbly dedicated to the incredible legacy of the annual Love Ride fundraiser event founded by Oliver Shokouh of Glendale Harley-Davidson. Written by an indie artist who truly does live to ride and works in the motorcycle industry, this song represents the passion to serve and help others in the motorcycle community.
"The goal is to make the Love Ride song the largest fundraiser tune in history because there are so many people in need and motorcyclists are known for their generous fundraising efforts worldwide. The more money raised the more causes can be supported," tells Sasha Mullins Lassiter, songwriter and performer with Motoroadeo MMC. She is best known as a journalist, author of the books Chrome Cowgirl and Bikerlady, and a motorcycle event manager for Jay Allen and Melissa Penland.

The Love Ride song fundraiser campaign will continue through 2012. A music video to support this project is forthcoming and will feature fun historical footage from the Love Ride. “I’m honored that Oliver and the Love Ride committee accepted this project. What he and his team have created with the Love Ride represents the giving heart of the motorcycle riding family. With the economic challenges facing charities these days, in my small way, I wanted to contribute to a foundation in our lifestyle that has the ability and resources to help all kinds of causes,” said Sasha.

Founded by Sasha and husband, Patrick Lassiter, the entity Motoroadeo MMC (MotorMusic Club) is comprised of various musicians who love motorcycles and cool cars and are gear heads.

The Love Ride, a 501(c)3 charity, began in 1984 to raise funds for children’s charities. Oliver Shokouh is Love Ride’s founder and owner of Harley-Davison® of Glendale located at 3717 San Fernando Road, Glendale, CA, an authorized dealer for Harley-Davidson® and Buell® Motorcycles serving customers since 1976. Information about Love Ride: www.loveride.org

The song is available at your favorite digital distribution site (Amazon, Rhapsody, Spotify, and many more).

Share the Love by downloading the song and passing these links along:

ITUNES:
http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/love-ride-single/id462805782

BANDCAMP:
http://motoroadeommc.bandcamp.com/track/love-ride

www.chromecowgirl.com – more about Sasha

I am city, so country roads can you take me home?

2011-07-28T11:58:00.000-06:00

I am city. There is a comfort to New York City. It is the mass volume of people and art. It soothes my soul. Living in Nashville puts me in a place of having to convince myself everyday that this town is okay. I don't find Nashville comforting at all. It doesn't soothe my soul. I wish it would. I'm on a mission to find things that can soothe my soul in this town. When I'm in my actual Tennessee homestead everything is awesome. But once I get into a vehicle to venture away from my TN artist compound I feel immediately out of place. How can this be when I have sooo many soul friends around the country with whom I have the pleasure of calling "family." Never felt that way in Nashville. Maybe because it is the fact that I am from a land where things are let to be as they are and there is the acceptance of all kinds of folks and all kinds of artform and the looking at life as art.

I do not fit in here and perhaps that's okay. Maybe I am a peculiar artform here in this country town. Life in Nashville remains a mystery to me. It would be nice to solve it so that I can be more comfortable and feel more in place.

Country roads take me home.

Freedom isn't Free.

2011-05-30T12:41:00.000-06:00

Have Faith. Trust in God. Thank a Veteran. Hug a soldier.

Remember on Memorial Day:

Freedom isn't Free.

Hair Hair Everywhere

2011-05-24T10:32:00.005-06:00

Hair Hair Hair.

Here we are a trio of long haired earth-loving, ocean-loving, people-loving, peace-giving, divine-promoting, happy-dishing, soul-dancing, love-spreading, heaven-praising, spirit-dancing, light-laughing folk.

Our wedding was so out of this world. So utterly transforming. I feel completely changed. There is definitely the Sasha before the marriage and the Sasha after the marriage. Being united with a loving partner is absolutely life changing. Patrick and I are together five years this year. We've lived together for most of those years during which time we endured the struggles of being an artist and surviving, the Nashville Flood, the passing of my beloved daddy Poppi, and the challenge of choosing marriage. Choosing is a process. Choosing a mate is a study in companionship. It's a chance to stand up and have the courage to look at yourself under a microscope and admit with sweat on the brow that life is short and it's time to take the good long look at yourself. Waste no time on being an a$$ looking at life through a distorted lens.

A good partner is a mirror. A good partner is patient and encouraging. Companionship is a journey and you need to fill the tank of truth and love all the time. It will gasp on empty if you ignore the gauges screaming "E." And that spark...gotta keep your spark plugs clean and change 'em if they are tired. Keep watch that the spark is pure and the engine is running cool. You don't want to overheat with angry air.

My motorcycle teaches me to look at things like a good long ride with all the unpredictable happenings that could occur. Looking through the motor lens of my modified Harley-Davidson things are so clear for me. My motorcycle helps me make sense of things in the world, in life and in love. After all, my motorqueen, Miss Tigerlily, brought me together with my Chrome Charming, Patrick, and his brute looking Harley-Davidson Springer with the long ape hangers.

When it seems like I can't make any sense of things, well I just let my hair down and get my knees in the breeze and ride free. Standing on that Maui beach on April 28th, 2011, signing that certificate with lovely Eve Hogan officiating the nuptials -- our hair just a blowing in the breeze --- was the same feeling I get when I set out on an adventure: the exhilaration of that brand new feeling when you set out on a new road; having an idea of the destination and knowing there will be some detours, exits and entrances, maybe a breakdown or two and then a restoration and more; and that overall surrender as I place my mustard-seed size faith in the new journey, setting my heart and soul wild and free as I welcome the excitement of the wide open horizon ahead. It's that child-like feeling of gloriously losing yourself in the moment without a sense of hands controlling a tick-tock. The only sound is your heart beating out of your chest with anticipation and that is your measure of time....none.

Biker Chicz of North America Review!

2011-05-23T09:23:00.001-06:00

The review of the latest book Biker Chicz of North America! A collection of profiles about modern day legendary biker chicks. It is inspiring, fun, and will rock your inner throttle. I'm honored to be included with so many awesome females! Click on the image to get a larger look. Keep on s'milin' and don't be afraid of detours in life. Some of the most high octane experiences to be had is when you take an exit for awhile.

Music + Motorcycles = Marriage

2011-05-22T07:07:00.006-06:00

Patrick, me and Eve Hogan. photosonmaui.com
thumbs up after signing the certificate and officially sealing the deal.

Yes, music + motorcycles = Marriage. I found my match made in Asphalt Heaven in Patrick Lassiter's soul and heart. The power of music and the roar of two Harley-Davidson engines brought us together forever on April 28, 2011.

The Lovely Eve Hogan, marriage officiant, author of inspirational love books, motivational speaker, Labyrinth expert, and proprietor of the Sacred Gardens of Maui, was the chosen angel to marry us. (Eve - www.heartpath.com) Bill Stockwell was the photographer (www.photosonmaui.com) and we stayed at the most affordable and awesome boutique sexy ZEN hotel (www.hotelwailea.com). They spoiled us rotten there with all kinds of honeymoon treats and the hotel housekeepers picked the flowers from the property for my wedding bouquet -- three stems representing the holy Trinity and we tied a ribbon around it with photos of our dearly departed parents: (Larry and Caroline Lassiter, and my poppi John Mullins. My mother, Ann aka Emma is still very much alive and bossing me around LOL).

Irene Ryding performed a variety of super wind floating tunes on her harp (www.mauiharper.com), and the day before the wedding Marty Guierro stopped by our hotel to give us two highly spirited, deep tissue massages to get us more in tune with the Aloha soul of Maui (www.mauirelax.com).

Elena Jones of Nona Lani Cottages in Kihei handmade our leis with flowers from her garden! Our $7.99 wedding cake came from Safeway grocery stores and we ate it with side splitting laughter while driving along the Road to Hana. The entire wedding trip became an experience that made our marriage ceremony an epic event in our lives. It sealed the meaning of forever as the sweetest reality to our freespirited souls. We feel free-er and more wild at heart than ever before having held our nuptials on the sacred isle of Maui.

Wild and free is the nature of the universe and we are very much one with it and very aware of our ONEness with the Universe because of our high octane FUN wedding trip and ceremony. Come to think of it, yeah, our wedding was a TRIP! Altogether!

The folks involved made it so, too, of course.

Floody shares the NY Times Vows article featuring his mama and dada.

The divine treat is that our little story made the VOWS section of the NY Times. That's a Godincidence shot in the dark for sure. Thanks to editor Bob Woletz, writer Lois Smith Brady, and NYT Maui photographer Matthew Thayer for recognizing the roar of our story and presenting it to the readership of my very favorite newspaper: The New York Times. I've dreamed of having my wedding announced in this great paper and lo and behold it happened BEYOND my wildest dreams.

Music + Motorcycles + Marriage = dreams come true! Read all about it in the NY TIMES click here!

Seeing the NY Times VOWS article in print makes us feel like we got married all over again today. May it inspire u!

xoSasha

A new life begins as Mrs.

2011-05-17T14:46:00.002-06:00

Mr. and Mrs. Lassiter

April 28, 2011

Po'olenalena Beach, Maui, Hawaii

Being married is awesome. Patrick and I have been together five years this year and we've been through so much together in those five years. He is a kind and gentle man with a huge heart plus he is super fun to be with and he makes me laugh all the time. I've learned so much from his sweet Southern personality. He's like sweet tea with a little moonshine. And I guess I'm something like Sangria with sass. All of our wedding photos totally show that we're best friends. Lots of humor during our ceremony. Not that we made fun of it, it's just that we were super high on life's a beach and we couldn't believe that we were finally getting married. Neither one of us had EVER been married before.

Check out the slide show of our wedding that photographer Bill Stockwell put together for us:

http://video214.com/play/RekRr6CqsaqWQikRELyP5Q/s/dark

Bill really captured our special life changing moment as we said our vows and celebrated our new life together. There was another awesome photographer there, too, named Matt Thayer from the NY Times and I just can't WAIT to see his photos!!!! What an honor that we will be the featured couple in the VOWS section of the NY Times May 22nd. The amazing Lois Smith Brady composed the feature article about us. That's a super nova Godincidence blessing all together, darlings. Oh, I LOVE the NY Times and have always dreamed of my wedding being announced in my favorite paper of all time. Even though I live in Nashville, I'm forever a NY city girl and someday we will live full on part-time, too. I've been scouting locations for our second someday home.

Thank GOD for Patrick and my sweet life as Mrs. Lassiter. I added my name Mullins to my middle name in honor of my Poppi.

More to come. . .

In it for the Long HAUL.

2010-09-21T15:03:00.000-06:00

When I first committed to getting my music project completed, little did I realize it would take so many years. From the moment you write and arrange to the opportunity and $ to record it takes a long time. Often times, I wanted to just set the project aside 'til some pinpoint in the future because the frustration to see a project through with minimal resources just pillaged the creative joy of it. I would not give up and forget about it. I just had to set it aside until I could love the process again.

That's being in something for the long haul.

The long haul is to haul your dreams around because you just can't set 'em on the side of the road forever like trash. Can you image how littered roadways would be if that were the case? No, you have to keep those dreams alive for the long haul. Even though the dream is not so front and center where it needs to be. 'Cause other things get in the way of that vision. Like, I don't know, an epic flood, family turmoil, unemployment, illness....

When that dream is locked and stocked in your heart, it's there for the long haul. Take it out. Play with it. Give it life. Don't toss it on the side of the road.

Yep, that music project is on the way again. It's been a long haul.

The LOVE of my LIFE.

2010-09-02T08:10:00.003-06:00

The LOVE OF MY LIFE. Is riding my motorcycle and all things related to riding my motorcycle. Because everything in my life that is awesome has been brought about from the universe through my passion for riding. Everytime I climb on my bike and take to the wind I feel the depth of my entire existence on this earth and how I am so connected to all things divine and good. I feel rich with the awe of life beyond measure.

Tigerlily is the name of my motorcycle because I believe that this girl is very naturally a tiger and a lily. My motorcycle is an extension of my soul because it manifests the expression of that which is unnameable: God, Jehovah, Mother, Father, etc.

No matter what the weather I love to ride. My motorcycle and I weather the storms in life. There have been times when I could not ride her because I didn't have the $$$ to even put her on the road so I would just sit upon her and dream. The photo shoot that Stacy Huckeba www.imagesbystacie.com captured is The LOVE of my LIFE: riding MY motorcycle and my relationship with that bike. She also beautifully captured my relationship with Patrick. So that makes two LOVES of my LIFE. Tigerlily brings color into my life lens and shows me a perspective on everything in a way I couldn't experience just standing still in my own jaded lens. She brings purpose and she let's me know how fragile my life is and how precious my existence here on earth.

My motorcycle is so powerful way beyond the material presence of a machine. She is my WORLD and she brings me an experience here on earth that I cannot imagine living without...TRUTH. My motorcycle brings my dreams to life and she brought me my Patrick and my little pets, and music and a literary career and so many beautiful opportunities. My motorcycle brings forth the TRUTH of my BEING: Joy, Love, Laughter and deep contemplation. She brings me friendship and family. She weathers life's storms with me and drives me through the driving tears drops and let's me know that everything is gonna be okay. My motorcycle has taught me LOVE of my LIFE.

Share with me how your motorcycle just may be the Love of Your Life.

The art of Excavation...

2010-08-26T07:36:00.000-06:00

Before. Bohemian rhapsody. All is quiet on the homestead front. And then after, the excavation begins. And they are going eight feet down more than you see in the photo below. That brings to mind....excavation and digging deep in all that you do. Going below the surface. Because the surface doesn't always reflect the leaks and cracks and repair work needed deep down. We need to keep our foundations preserved. ; ) I love the fact that we found giant rocks. Solid pieces. We shall make front yard art out of the rock. Stay tuned for more on discovering ROCK SOLIDS.

exploding...bursting...

2010-08-25T09:59:00.001-06:00

This is what I feel like today! I think the full moon, home being excavated, and, oh, waiting for those ever seemingly elusive phone calls and return emails to happen that make for excellent career and dream maker acceleration. Plusssssssssssssssss, I'm exploding with cool ideas today and I want to do everything and I wish I had millions of dollars to just make it all happen. Sorta like having a fancy staircase vs. a broken ladder to get where you wanna go. Sometimes you have to skip a few rungs on the ladder because the rungs just broke away from feeling stuck for so long! Climb on... Aggggghhh!

Priorities?!

2010-08-23T09:19:00.003-06:00

Okay so I'm itchin to hit the road again really fast. It's in my blood. The ROAD. Two Wheels. But priorities took over. We got hit with another flood bummer last week (not near as devastating as May 2010) and so now I need to sit tight and supervise the dudes excavating the entire front of our house here in Nashville. They have to excavate all the way to the slab and put in a French drain. The May flood coupled with the hard rains last week just wrecked the front of the house drain capabilities. And, of course, Patrick goes back on the road. It sux that his career is always priority in this house and in my world because he's a bass player with a major country star and his chair is NUMBER ONE over everything. It's the way it goes in the relationship of being with a musician. I didn't know that.

So, my mandatory priority is taking care of the homestead while he's on tour. He's a good man and takes good care of me and has provided a nice home for this gypsy girl. Can't help, though, that the road constantly beckons my heart. It's in my blood. Two wheels move my soul. That is my secret wannahaveit priority, but in my selflessness, I am here in Nashville watching the baby animals and a contractor dude tear up the front yard.

Home is where the heart is and my heart shares the love of the road and actually having a real bed to lay my head at night with Patrick. Just wish I could fly my ride alot more like days of yor.

This flood stuff and a bummer economy has particularily messed up my roll this summer. But it surely made Sturgis 2010 that much sweeter to attend.

Facebook...takes over my blog!

2010-08-22T08:49:00.006-06:00

Hey everyone. I haven't posted in my blog for ages because Facebook has become my daily blog spot but now I have way over the capacity of fans over 1,000 waiting to get into my profile. Wendy Jans is designing a new blog page for me that I'll be posting to which will combine the tumblr and blogger outlets. I hope my Facebook allows anyone and everyone to read it even tho you may not be a "friend" but you really are, it's just that FB won't let me accept anymore and the whole "like" thing is sort of weird to me; it's not even designed the way the personal profile space is and I LOVE the personal interaction with everyone.

There has been so much happening and I realize that if you don't go onto my Facebook page you may think I'm just this dormant chick. HellNO. I've been busy as ever and now traveling more. Just got hired back into the Broken Spoke family again and I'll be working with Easyrider events and LoneStar. Yeah, honeys! So, I'm getting a smartphone now (I've been holding off because that extra $30 per month to operate a smart phone can go to so many other cool things, like yard saling and saving up for a mototrip) Anyway, I realize that I need a smartphone now more than ever because there is so much interaction with everyone in the social media world and I just love all this opportunity to constantly compose the written word.

http://www.facebook.com/chromecowgirl - dig it. tell me via message if you can experience my facebook even if I can't add you as a friend because I have too many. if not...then I must do the whole "like" thing.

Can't wait to hear all about your summer adventures.

Lots of love and high vibe karma,
Sasha

Biker Chicz the book and TV!

2010-04-09T07:51:00.003-06:00

Hello friends! Recently, I've had the honor to be one of twenty-two girls featured in a new book and developing TV series called Biker Chicz. Click on the link to read our blog. The book will be forthcoming sometime in 2010. This is all so very exciting. Bravo to Ed Winterhalder and Wil De Clercq, authors of the project. Check the blog often for updates and fantastic entries from the girls. Peace and love, Sasha

2010 checkin

2010-01-30T08:14:00.002-06:00

Resolutions are "I'm going to do __________ from now on, or I'm not going to do __________ from now on. Are we keeping our resolutions, those promises to ourselves for something better and more fulfilling. Such as eating healthy or quitting a habit that is sure to cause health issues. Maybe it's working towards a precious goal that you've kept on the back burner. We need to keep those promises to ourselves. This is a note to check in and see if you are doing that with your resolutions, reprogramming yourself for something better and more fulfilling in life.

Check out Down the Road a Peace at Tumblr, too

2010-01-07T16:07:00.004-06:00

Hi darlings. See below, that is my tumblr blog that links to my Down the Road a Peace blog.

Blog.

2009-12-17T21:09:00.002-06:00

Hi my dears. I haven't been blogging as much. Because there's toooo much on my plate these days and to blog I have to be sitting in front of a laptop computer. I know, I'm being so vintage, right? I mean, if I had an I-Phone or some kind of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious sort of technovibrational phone medium with all the bells and whistlestops, I could create these blogs and posts on the fly while standing on my head. I'd love that. So, let me save up for one because I think I'm the perfect candidate for such a hi-powered communication tool.

an interview of me by Iowa Harley Girl

2009-12-17T21:06:00.001-06:00

Did this article that Stephanie did of me for her awesome blog, earlier this year. She did such a fine job and I never did get to post it here.

Today is my BIRTHDAY

2009-11-22T11:14:00.002-06:00

Today is the reminder day of my spiritual being becoming a physical presence. I'm reflecting about how my little soul was probably really jazzed about this evolutionary experience. And, so, today I'm tapping into what it's like to totally be a soul without this physical presence and then it dawned on me, okay, that's what would be really cool to do ALL the time. Just be SOUL. And let SOUL. and DIVINE. totally lead the physical action. Shoot, I know that. But I feel like I'm in a super NOVA conscious about this today. Furthermore, this action is what my motorcycle does for me everytime I saddle up. She reminds me of my spiritual being become physical, in order that I may let the spirit operate the controls of my motorcycle. I am spirit in the wind.

Dream = GOAL

2009-10-04T07:22:00.004-06:00

"A time existed when Americans were taught that a dream is goal but a dream without the work to achieve it is just a wish." - quote by Gail Collins column reader in the NY TIMES.

Like so many of my readers, I know the definition of hard work. Even though I have all these cool art projects and motorcycle riding opportunities...how do you think it all happens? Folks, I get letters from some of you saying how lucky I am. Well, I say blessed, however, none of it comes without super hard work and diligence and I need to refuel everyday by getting still, and speaking and writing my dreams and then doing them on a daily basis no matter what the circumstances are that could very well prevent me from achieving a goal. Nothing will stop the goal because it is vibrant and alive in my heart and I manifest it daily even in the smallest ways, if resources are lacking.

I know what it means to drag your ass to a job you really detest but you must go because you need the paycheck and then you feel really bad that you detest the job because you want to give it your all no matter what because you accepted the job because you need the money to survive, and therefore, you must do a fantastic job at the job that you can't stand; because you're that kind of person: non mediocre, and you strive for excellence, even though it seems impossible...because you just want to get the hell out of the work environment that you detest that brings your spirits low. You want to be in the dream, living it full force, achieving the goals, building upon the accomplishments and experiencing fascets of the dreams you didn't even know could be yours or existed! It is sheer ecstacy. Oh, yes! And it is these very thoughts that pull you through your circumstances.

Been there.

No matter what your circumstance, dream with action. Achieve your GOALS with actions. Speak it aloud and then DO it, regardless of the challenges that are in your life. Especially now-a-days with our economy the way it is, unemployment and lack, thereof, of resources unless you are plugged into wealth (education, funding, etc). Don't give up, my dear friends...keep on keepin on...your dream is worthy of daily action even in the smallest manner. Now is the time to be a super creator, an entreprenuer of sorts -- just like the stories you have heard where people created something from absolutely nothing. Ah! zero to 60. Floor that passion.

Perhaps the greatest soulful action of all is to PRAY, along with your physical and mental actions. Bond with your CREATOR and join forces with the power of divine source energy to receive awesome resources to achieve your dream in the most seemingly impossible situations.

Active goals are living, breathing reality. A wish is simply a nonexistent thought concept.

Be active with your dreams = goals.

tags: chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, sasha mullins

2 Wheels MOVE the Soul

2009-09-30T09:44:00.002-06:00

My dear friends! I'm pleased to announce the release of my second single from my forthcoming album debut Spring 2010. The song is called 2 Wheels Move the Soul. Recorded in Nashville, it was co-written and co-produced by me. It features Trevor Finlay's stellar guitar performance and he also co-wrote the song. You'll also hear Brother Mike Holmes on Keys and Joe Caverly on fiddle. Patrick is on bass and he engineered and co-produced. I'm on vocals. Music and motorcycles are my favorite passion, along with writing. Motorcycles fuel my creativity. A music video will be forthcoming, too.

The band is called Sasha & Motoroadeo MMC (MotorMusic Club). We are all lovers of the open road, hot wheels, hot rods, hot bikes, hot cars and hot trucks....

Thank you so much for your support and belief in my creativity. This is the art of the journey and following your dreams and surely I encourage you to follow yours no matter how impossible they seem...all is possible through Christ. Remember, we are children of the Great Creator. Christ is the example of that kindred soul.

Peace and have a happy day filled with s'miles.

Sasha

tags: chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, sasha mullins, motorcycles, 2 wheels move the soul, motoroadeo mmc

BEING A BIKER CHICK.

2009-09-27T11:24:00.004-06:00

Yes. I don't mind being called a biker chick and some girls hate it. I don't.

Riding motorcycles and the lifestyle is something I cannot be without. The lifestyle is to be completely yourself -- as edgy as you wanna be. Real deal, watch your back, love and truth. I am a biker chick and proud of it. I'm a rider and proud of it. I'm a person deeply immersed in the journey of my humanity and spirituality so I'm constantly evolving and exploring.

This talk lately in the female motorcycle industry about leaving out some girls who are too edgy, too biker chick and hard core has gotta stop. There are all kinds of girls who live to ride from all walks in life with enormously cool energy to contribute to the industry and lifestyle of female motorcycles riders, and just riders in general.

You ladies who think you have carefully and corporately defined what a female motorcycle rider is cannot shut out the girls who are hard core biker chicks, wild and free who live in the saddle. The ones who are like pioneering cowgirls, wandering the earth on their steel horses, completely content in their skin and wellbeing....so wild and free like the mustangs that roam the prairies. Do you think you will tame us? Oh, dear ladies, no. We, too, are very much WHY the women's motorcycle marketplace continues to grow.

God won't let you stop us from participating in events that long ago were pioneered by gypzies like Effie Hotchkiss.

To Confess Victory.

2009-09-20T11:23:00.004-06:00

to confess victory is to only speak victory words. not victim words. in these tough times we must speak victoriously at all moments. victory words are loving words. words of encouragement, positive and uplifting. to confess victory is to confess abundance. there is creative power in the spoken word. that power is the law of nature. the law of life. victory is all there is. victory in the face of adversity. love in the face of hate. truth in the face of lies. uplift in the face of downtrodden. speak victorious in every single way no matter what your circumstances may be. course correct your speech at any time in order to become victorious. at any second victory is yours. confess your victory. i am teaching myself these things, too. photo by Bob Davis.

tags: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, bikerlady, motoroadeo mmc

Hope with action.

2009-09-17T07:53:00.003-06:00

If you hope with action, you are there, in it, living the dream. On your way. No matter how small the steps may be.

Right now, my life is hope with action. Though, sometimes frustrating. Economic circumstances have affected my life and postponed dreams for me. Sure it is wildly frustrating, especially when you work so very hard to keep the dreams alive with very little resources.

Everyday I need to align myself with the Divine Source, the LAW of the Universe. My Sonshine, Jesus Christ. My Father/Mother aka God/Goddess. The supreme divine individuals like Gandi and Mother Theresa and Dali Lama and so many others. These supreme individuals who lived hope/faith and were in it daily, walking the path of their purpose, with small steps and giant leaps.

We need one another in our hope. Everybody's hope and life purpose is super valuable. Precious. Living your dream makes the world a sane place. Everyone has a bit of resources to help the other whether it be the spirit of encouragement, a tool of some sort, knowledge about a particular subject, connections to sources to aide the person on their journey, etc. Sharing is part of the journey to get people where they need to be, including ourselves. Giving of our selves and our talents. Understanding the value of our talents and life pursuits. It's not to say give everything we are away for free, but there are times where we must barter and share and assistant one another.

When you hope with action, you are in it. Focused and pushing every harder towards the goal, towards the dream. Hey, in a day you may only have five minutes to spend on the dream and maybe it's only in the form of journaling concepts. Maybe it's a phone call that needed to be made. But those daily actions add up.

Even when you fall down, or feel like a failure, you are at a place of course correcting and maybe the spirit of divine intervention is upon you offering you choices and turning the word NO into the acronym for NEW OPPORTUNITY.... with small spiritual signs directing you and you simply need to be OPEN MINDED.

That's where I am right now. My prayers are I dream of Jeannie like: Open doors, Open windows, Open the way, Clear the path even if that path is so off the beaten path I've got to search for it with YOU oh divine ONE guiding my way and I have NO (New Opportunity) idea where I am going.

My hope has faith action with it. My dear friends, no matter where you are on your blessed journey. Keep the faith. May your hope have action every day. The first and most important thing to all of this is to keep LOVE alive in your life and practice the art of LOVE everyday which is the foundation of hope and faith.

Peace and joy, and keep on s'milin:
Sasha

tags: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, bikerlady,

Give me a place to stand and I can MOVE the WORLD

2009-09-01T07:45:00.002-06:00

This plaque stating the above is positioned in front of my writing space.

Amazing how many people will try to knock you down. So you cannot stand and enjoy your little place in the world. Because they refuse to stand in theirs and work hard to create their space. It's important that your place to stand also embraces action to improve the world. Every little bit counts.

Movement...what does it mean?

2009-08-30T08:35:00.002-06:00

To move. Movement.

Human beings were not designed to sit. This is a common bit of info. It is unnatural to sit for extended hours each day. The body is designed to best operate by movement. We are made up of water. Water needs to be fluid. When we are not moving we are not fluid.

Think about it. Coagulation occurs. Cellulite pockets develop. Fat gathers in folds and folds. Faces droop. Arms hang. The butt is flatten and sagged. The knees are stretched so that the skin begins to fold downwards. The feet swell. The brain fogs.

"...exercise gets blood to your brain, bringing it glucose for energy and oxygen to soak up the toxic electrons that are left over. It also stimulates the protein that keeps neurons connecting."
(John Medina, Brain Rules)

We are made up of some 75% water. The brain needs water. Blood needs water. Organs need water. The cells need to be flushed out. Movement is needed in order for water to move through the body.

Everyone can exercise for thirty minutes everyday. Lunch should be a nutritious shake loaded with vitamins and fruit. Not disgusting toxic lunch meats and fast foods and so forth. No! Lunch should be a shake, like Isagenixs or GNC Lean Shake. Something that will give your body premium fuel. You can drink it 1/2 hour before you actually depart your work environment for a lunch break and then use your entire lunch break for exercise. Total movement. If you have errands that must be done during lunch, then do so but with brisk movement.

You can exercise in the morning before work for ten minutes by doing a good strong warmup to get the fluids moving and the muscles warmed up. Ten minutes. Prepare your coffee and then go do a warm up too in your PJs. Put on an inspiration tape with it. You can do a quick 20 minute DVD yoga workout.

Movement is key. Prayers are filled with action. The brain visualizes and action must follow. There are responsibilites in life and ALL require action. Movement. No delays. To move is to keep all fluid and balanced: your body, mind and soul. Keep fluid. Keep moving.

Commune with God through a good long walk. Focus on the movement of your feet, your breath, and the nature around you. Speak with God in movement, as well as being still. Invite these two meditations into your lifestyle. When you are still and sitting to meditate. Focus on the action of your relaxation. Breath. This is movement. Cleansing. When you are strolling, focus on the art of your body going forward in all manners of metaphors.

Movement is change. Inviting change to occur. Goodness.

Drink your lunch in the form of a nutritious healthy protein shake with fruit. And drink loads of water to flush away the toxins. Move so that nothing coagulates in your precious body machine temple and so that all toxins can be erradicated from your body. Move to keep your body lean and in excellent shape. Honor the temple. If you let your body go to waste, you let the gift of life existence in the form of excellent health go to waste.

I'm tired of seeing obese people wandering around eatting all the wrong things and letting their little children enjoy foods that are poisonous with the excuse that it's cheaper to eat fast foods, processed foods and so forth. NO. It is not.

Eat well. Food is fuel. You do NOT need that many calories to survive each day. And those calories MUST be healthy calories. You can make tasty food choices in the form of heathy eats. DO NOT eat processed foods like hamburger helper and fruit loops. Danger. Poison. Create your own versions by chosing lean turkey burger and whole grain pasta with delicious tomatoe sauce and spinach. Create your own fruit loops with real fruits and whole grain Kashi.

Don't tell me about pricing. The reason why you think sugary cereals are cheaper is false. People eat way beyond the recommended serving of something sugary and end up buying more of it than they would if they bought whole grain, organic cereal and used a measuring cup. You can't get around the recommended serving. There's a reason for it.

Food is to fuel the body for movement and peak performance. Not to make it go to sleep and feel lethargic and heavy and thus lazy. Think about this when you make food choices. Food for Fuel. If you wish to delight in a dessert or some liquor than do some at absolute minimums and SCHEDULE when you will engage in this sort of delight. Do so with pure ingredients like drinking a delicious glass of good wine. And only have ONE glass. For dessert, eat something freshly prepared NOT processed and boxed. And slowly eat it with joy not shoveling it in.

Then MOVE after you eat. MOVE. Walk a little bit to process the food. Get up and help with the dishes or something like that. Get some oxygen flowing.

Movement is to be fluid and it is the best way to live life. Jesus was always on the move. Moses was climbing mountains. Just keep on moving forward and reaching towards improvement and peak performance in all aspects of life.

tags: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, bikerlady, motorcycles

Smiling Faces.

2009-08-20T21:04:00.003-06:00

Smiling faces sometimes pretend to be your friend. Smiling faces show no traces of the evil that lurks within Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes. They don't tell the truth uh Smiling faces, smiling facesTell lies and I got proof . The truth is in the eyes Cause the eyes don't lie, amenRemember a smile is just A frown turned upside down My friend let me tell you Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth, uh Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof Beware, beware of the handshake That hides the snake I'm telling you beware Beware of the pat on the back It just might hold you back Jealousy (jealousy) Misery (misery)Envy I tell you, you can't see behind smiling faces Smiling faces sometimes they don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truthSmiling faces, smiling facesTell lies and I got proof (Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes) (Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes) I'm telling you beware, beware of the handshake That hides the snake Listen to me now, beware Beware of that pat on the back It just might hold you back Smiling faces, smiling faces sometimes They don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces Tell lies and I got proof Your enemy won't do you no harm Cause you'll know where he's coming from Don't let the handshake and the smile fool ya Take my advice I'm only try' to school ya

a word from Undisputed Truth about smiling faces... : ) : (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6wKyXA_nMVQ

The Art of Falling . . .in love

2009-07-30T12:31:00.002-06:00

There's an art to falling in love and it is in observing. Observing how I am with this person and observing how he is with me. Staying in the moment is the only way to do this, really. Knowing who you are and being confident with who you are is important, too. The art of falling in love is to let the love environment bring out the truth OF you. It is to be.

A 212 Girl in a 615 Town

2009-07-02T15:25:00.002-06:00

How is this NYC girl fairing in Nashville, TN? I'm asked...

Well....

It's been a haul. A journey where you're not sure if you should exit or not because the road is nice, the scenery is cool, but you may just want to explore another route.

I leave for home for a week on July 8th. I love going home to NYC. It breathes life into me. But it's changed so much there that I can't stay. NYC is different because the city has priced out regular artist folk like myself. It's impossible to live there anymore. The cost of living is out of sight. The nouveu riche have moved in and decidedly made it chic for themselves and little do they know that the chic they have made it for themselves, they have made so cookie cutter white bread to those who are actually indigenous to city life.

We live there because it is beautiful in all of its dirty, flirty energy. Flirting with dreams and the dirt and grit of making dreams a reality. Living for cheap in a tenament with some friends knowing that someday you'll make enough money for your own one bedroom in Manhattan, oh those days are so long gone.

My friends bought in town years and years ago, so they are dug in and living comfortably back home. Ever the striving artist I was not in any position to do such a thing, but I hung onto a bunch of somedays that I would be able to buy my own pad any place that I desire within reason, in Manhattan.

It's sad to be priced out of your hometown. So priced out. And when you walk the streets of Manhattan there are so many wealthy folks there now and I often wonder if they really know how blessed and fortunate they are to have the opportunity to live well in such a splendid city. It's a novelty for them to take the subway, oh, it's almost edgy. For us regular folks, it's a must...and the life down below is the grit, the dirty secrets of NYC. . . truth where you see musicians struggling with their oversized instruments, artists with easels, writers furiously studying drafts while they ride into the deep boroughs and blue and white collar folks exhausted from a long day of career climbing. Clackity, clackity, clack...you almost don't even hear the train beating along the tracks...you get so used to it.

I miss my beloved NYC, true. But I have made a fine little life here in Nashville, though it's quite unique. I didn't choose to live in downtown Nashville in a condo or something. Their citylife doesn't do it for me because you still have to get in a car to go to the grocery store, the drug store and the movies. The conveniences don't yet exist in Nashville. Duane Reade needs to get their expanse on and show 'em how much cityfolk rely on an all night drug store in concrete jungle.

I live eleven miles outta town in unchic, uncool, nondescript Madison, TN. It's so not famous and not hip that it's cool for me. Patrick and I made an artist compound out of our pad on the river. It's a total compound. I don't even have to leave, and folks are so in love with our compound they want to come here. The creative and spiritual energy is intoxicating for sure. See, what I wanted to do in NYC, I have created on our compound. The compound embodies the energy of NYC, through me and divine awareness. Crazy huh?

Though I miss NYC. I miss the artistic treats. The yummy and unpredictable artistic moments you can stumble upon so very randomly. You can't buy that stuff. You can't pretend to be so hip and exclusive that those epic scenarios only belong to the priviledged. Because they don't. You find stuff like that happening on street corners, in subways, at Coney Island, and in community gardens. You find random art moments happening everywhere in the city. Anything goes. I miss that. Anything goes doesn't fly here in Nashville.

My avant guarde approach to music sometimes is met with a frown by some writers...I am not formulaic. I am not hip to structure, though writers want to work with me because I have a radically different perspective on writing that makes for a great commercial appeal when blended with something that is Nashville structured. Okay. I'm down wit it.

Anyway. I'll always be a 212 girl in a 615 town.

Ghetto Girl Ghetto Girl watcha doin' hangin in this part of the world
Why you comin here from New York City where the world is fast and
the streets are gritty... Ghetto Girl...oh Ghetto Girl

....lalala....

Seth Godin says there's always room for Jello.

2009-06-30T10:16:00.004-06:00

There's always room for Jello

This is one of the great cultural touchstone slogans of our era.

A culture where there's so much to eat we need to try to find a food that we can eat even if we're stuffed. Often, we'll decide that something is full, stuffed, untouchable but then some Jello shows up, and suddenly there's room. Think about your schedule... is there room for an emergency, an SEC investigation, a server crash? If you took a day off because of the flu, is your business going to go bankrupt? Probably not.

So, if there's time for an emergency (Jello), why isn't there time for brilliance, generosity or learning?

And I add here: if there's always room for Jello, there's always vroom to ride.

http://www.feedblitz.com/t.asp?/198516/18688879/http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/typepad/sethsmainblog/~3/Y2PbyTczewc/theres-always-room-for-jello.html - original source.

tags: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, Seth Godin, Jello

Get outta the box.

2009-06-29T09:19:00.004-06:00

I've been thinking about feeling boxed in. And why? Then I realized that there are so many outside influences that constantly

make
u
question
yourself.

Now, I agree with contemplating about things approached from a mindset that is realitively childlike, meaning, you're approaching the topic or thought with wonder instead of some opinion already set in place. I like that.

How many of us on a daily basis are questioning ourselves based upon what the newspaper said about this or that; how you ought to look and act from a magazine; the news reports about flu and global warming and all these things;;;;

Then we compare ourselves to the information received and may therefore immediately wreak havoc on our psyche if we're not careful. Measuring our lifestyles to others. Trying to keep up with boxy definitions! Boxy definitions are everywhere we look, hear, smell!

Doesn't this kind of box just ZAP away living in the moment where you are fully aware of U and your presence and your breath and your precious embodiment.

Oh, darlings, let's get outta any box that is walling our lives off and inside of a thought that is not pure to our true selves!

OWN your road. OWN your body, mind and soul. TRUST the deep inner gut voices that is your highest divine self communicating to your wholeness. Seek the company of amazing, healthy, whole people who are in tune with their lives and when things are off-kilter they name it, face it, and confront. Then MOVE on in free spirit.

I've broken down the walls to boxes only to find myself alone. And that's okay because the truth sets u free. Then others wander into your zone because truth is LOVE and everyone wants LOVE.

Recently, I've been thinking about the women's motorcycle business and how it's being controlled more and more and more. It's being forced into a box. The loveliness of being a gypsy, free spirited, an individual who is radical, on fire, or sensual with the environment is slowly being abandoned. It's turning into a corporate affair, defining how we ought to B, how we ought to act, and what age is considered marketing cool for a motorcycle rider. There are newly appointed leaders over the last few years in the industry and it seems what they say goes in terms of defining what a female motorcycle rider should be. I must tell you that I am radically different than these leaders. Compared to some of their thinking, I'm completely eccentric, wild, and artistic, tough yet soft and extremely sensual to the experience in poetic and intimate sense. I wear whatever the heck I want when I ride, I have friends who are bad to the bone, and soft to the core. Some of the folks I run with, others frown upon.

It doesn't matter that I wrote two books about women in motorcycling that are completely out of the box. It doesn't matter that I have a kickass music project that is completely out of the box. It doesn't matter that I've appeared in so many television shows and documentaries. None of it matters. There are things like this and more that continually alienate me from the corporate world of the motorcycle business, but my fanbase continues to grow worldwide. I should say my friendbase because fanbase sounds so, well, hey, look at me! I want to say, hey, join me, let's ride!

Why do we ride? To get the eff outta of any box that any person tries to define for our existence, in addition to countless other fantastic anti-box reasons.

So, this year when you see that I am not on the list to speak at any women and motorcycling events of corporate importance please realize that it's not for lack of trying -- rather it's because I choose to be the individual that I am...and it just may scare 'em. I feel like I get sweet pats on the heads and so forth, but I don't get a windsisterly hug to join the sisterhood...what's happening to our wind sisterhood in the motorcycle business???? It's like every girl for themselves. We should be ONE.

All of this separation makes me think of my beautiful deceased windsister Samantha. She and I often had conversations like this. I miss my friend. Thank goodness for windsister Sara who recognized the beautiful soul and legacy of this fine windsister, Sammie-girl, and had her inducted into the Sturgis Motorcycle Hall of Fame. Sara is an angel ridin' sister who lives way outta the box and can somehow balance the world of corporate and artist. I just love her to peaces.

Dear new leaders of the women in motorcycles industry, thank you for your incredible contribution to the growth of the business and for inspiring other girls to saddle up...just please be aware that us girls, too, who may be in hard core motorcycle clubs, or radical individualists, or wear halter tops when we ride, or sleep on the ground under a million stars in a compound with other bikers gettin rowdy...that we too inspire and also contribute to girls saddling up. There are other girls that are cooler than anything, too, that are being left out or not recognized as they should be. This must change. All of us sisters are in this together....we need to be a better windsisterhood. Invite those who live out of the box to be a part of the fold, as offbeat and unique as we are.

I'll miss you at that particular women and motorcycing event this year and truly wish that my radically entertaining and high spirited presentation could have been included. But I'm just not one of those you can tame to be in your box. So, I'll deliver my own presentation to my friendbase and other supporters. Dear girls on the committee, I love u all and look up to some of you, and perhaps you will think of me at next presentation. Have a grand time.

God bless all, walk in truth, rock the throttle to your own road rhythm and enjoy the ride. All these things and more can be done quite successfully if you live outta the box. I'll tell you this, there is a whole lot more fun and laughter and life fulfillment outside of the box. It may not be as safe and reliable because it's like jumping off a cliff of rocks and trusting God's palm is going to scoop you up....but isn't that worth it to experience life clearly more aware of your own presence engaged in it's purpose and truth which most times means way outta the box. The DIVINE cannot be boxed in. Oh the grand expanse of the universe...that which we are.

Love, peace, kisses, and TRUTH.

tags: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, bikerlady, motorcycles.

How riding brings you into your own world.

2009-06-24T14:18:00.003-06:00

I like to get lost in my own world. There's an adventure to being in your own world.

Just BE-ing. You can BE. Exist in your own world and that's where you can define things like boundaries and design invitations. It's a place to develop your own personal awareness of everything around you. And invite those with your special invitation, into your world. Nobody can or should just intrude. You let people into your world.

Folks fighting for survival like those in Darfur have intruders all the time barging into their own worlds. And they must fight to breath daily...every day is a long long long struggle just to know how to BE.

To BE is one of the greatest experiences of BE-ing human. To BE is to live in the moment. You can't BE in the future because that requires interaction with a moment that has yet to happen and with people yet to meet.

You can't BE in the past because that requires interaction, too, in order for the moment to BE.

So to BE is to feel your humanity alive and pulsing in the moment and to protect your precious moments. To keep your every second a treasure.

BE yourself.

Today I rode around just enjoying BE-ing in my own little world. That world that I love so much which is where Tigerlily, my motorcycle, and I enter into a vast place of divine depth which is nearly indescribable. It's my best place to simply BE.

TAGS: motorcycles, chrome cowboy, sasha mullins, bikerlady

2009-06-12T19:21:00.001-06:00

@ shelly fairchilds concert !

The definition of Sin.

2009-06-01T09:57:00.004-06:00

I heard the most profound definition of sin ever, and this, my friends, to me, is truly a definition of sin.

To impede another person's personal growth and potential in anyway shape or form, through blocking opportunities, discouraging, or anything that drives a person further from their life's purpose according to God's will and that person's free will in unison, is to sin.

Also, when we discard our God given divine purpose and the opportunity to be in unison with the ultimate experience of freedom, our free will united with divine will, this, too, is sin.

What is sin? Missed divine opportunities for spiritual and personal growth. As we give those opportune gifts to ourselves which is the delight of selfishness in order that we may be fully alive, we can give even more to the world and others.

Have a sinless day.

Tags: sasha mullins, chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, biker chicks, female motorcyclists

2009-05-21T12:13:00.001-06:00

recording final vocals 4 my forthcoming motorcycle single @ a studio on the jersey shore.

How Twitter connects RIDERS!

2009-05-07T08:54:00.001-06:00

Read here: http://worldrider.com/blog/archives/2008/09/nashville_chrom.php

This is Alan Karl's wonderful blog site about his WORLD TRIP covering 62,000 miles. We met on Twitter! He happened to be in NASHVILLE and I happened to be twittering and found him by Godincidence. COOL!

: ) I love TWITTER!

labels: chrome cowgirl, sasha mullins, worldrider, alan karl, bikerlady, motorcycles

2009-05-06T18:40:00.002-06:00

To all my wonderful gearhead friends, kustom kar lovers, bikers, truckers, and road lovin' sons and daughters. A free gift for you dear ones! My brand new song Ridelicious is FREE!

Rock that Throttle!

<a href="http://motoroadeommc.bandcamp.com/track/ridelicious-single">Ridelicious (single) by Sasha & Motoroadeo MMC</a>

The humble home studio that packs a punch.

2009-03-24T09:41:00.003-06:00

That's my beloved dude, Pat Lassiter, bass player, writer, arranger, producer and all around amazing person. Our humble home studio packs a punch. . . Pat is super passionate about music and works on it day and night, either performing or composing, or helping to produce an up and coming artist with little bits of funds. He inspires and instills hope in other artists. All his years playing around the country, slingin bass guitar in ol honky tonks and down on lower Broadway in Nashville has prepared him for the wonderful opportunities in his life, and he's sharing the blessings with others. His main gig is bass player in country music star Tracy Lawrence's band. You'll hear his stellar bass playing on Tracy's forth coming album entitled The Rock, a country inspirational collection of music that truly rocks, about THE ROCK...Christ o' mighty!

He is working super hard on our music project. These are our passion works. Lyrics written from the heart, music composed from very deep compassion and life experiences...from humor and from good times and tough times. These aren't so conceptual as to start with a topic and then gather all the words related to the topic and assemble a song like puzzle....no these are hard and fast words bubbling from experience and living life hard, and our novelty outlook on things.

Stay tuned my friends, we are slowly but surely getting this project completed! Thank you, my luvs, for hanging in there and sticking by my side as this striving artist had persevered to get this project complete with all the odds stacked against her. That's the way of the rebel biker chick isn't it?

FElion JazZ

2009-03-24T08:22:00.005-06:00

The beautiful face of my FElion, Jazz. He's one of my two kitties. They are my soul protectors. At night he'll stretch his little body across my heart and reach his paws over my head and bury his face in mine and purr. He'll stay like that for a little while. Then he'll lick my cheek and go curl up at the foot of the bed. He's so much fun and filled with love and wisdom.

Felioness GypZ

2009-03-24T08:15:00.000-06:00

My beautiful FElioness. The other protector of my soul. She loves to chat and will clean my hands and face and nuzzle me. GypZ JingleZ runs on her tippy-toes with her little tail floating. So perfect. So lovely. She is truth in all her feline prowess.

In Poverty and Passion.

2009-03-19T12:10:00.002-06:00

I just heard these words used in a sentence with a bunch of other words and it struck my heart. So, here we go.

True art is performed in poverty and passion. And that means so many different things. I mean, life is lived in poverty and passion.

My work right now is being composed, performed and delivered to the world in poverty and passion. The backer is passion. Everything I do is backed by passion...not money, not who I know and all this yarn.... No, it's the gritty passion with all it's salt and earth. Sweaty passion. Tearful passion. Super nova love passion. And the poverty is the sweet lack of finances to purchase a lofty opportunity or a channel of definition position to poise the art into a successful place.

Nope...this is aim, fire. Put it out there because you have to in order to breathe and have your heart pump the blood of purpose through your being.

That's how you know something is truthful. Because you do it anyway because you have to or else you will suffer in your spirit. Your mind will spin and your emotions will flail in all different directions. You have to express in all your poverty, with a vehicle of passion -- because therein lay the riches. The true wealth called courage.

Yes, as you birth your art and your heart's desires into some form of reality, cry those tears of liquid courage. Roar your visions to life. Just BE in all your poverty and passion.

tags: chrome cowgirl, female motorcyclists, bikerlady, bikers, motorcycles

Bikerlady & Chrome Cowgirl Newsletter Spring 2009

2009-03-17T12:51:00.007-06:00

Hello beautiful windbrothers and windsisters. Riding season is here for everyone. The snowbirds can rock that throttle now!

Welcome to the first newsletter of 2009. I decided to send it for St. Patrick's Day because it's such a big party day. Very cheerful and fun. Riding a motorcycle or tooling around in a hot rod is always cause for celebration too....

Yes, there's been so many changes in the world of this writer and artist. Most of you know that I have relocated from NYC to Nashville, TN. Though, I still go home to NYC so I might as well have two homes! Who Said A City Girl Can't B Country? eh?

The time has come upon us all to unite even tighter than ever and to be as innovative and resourceful as possible. This is a time for us to reach deep into our creative being and experiment, become like children and tap into the wonder of not having all the answers, so that we can be led to discover our inner strength and power in the face of adversity. We all have it in ourselves to rise up, to be true and spirited, to be there for one another, and to make lemon out of lemonade, open a stand and create a profit from our talents.

My website is still maintained by little ol' me and I'm looking forward to having it done professionally so that it looks cleaner and sleeker. There's an investor who has been considering my merch line and this is really good news after so many false starts. I've collected lots of design ideas for my line. Got a keepin on keepin on no matter what!

I would love to hear your stories about how your motorcycle is your motorvator during the most challenging moments of your lives. How does your motorcycle inspire you to live your dreams? Share with me the stories and if you allow me to do so, I'm going to post some of them in my newsletters and blogs because we all need to feel inspired. Email your stories to chromecowgirl@gmail.com

Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life (MBI Publishing)

It's finally here! My second book. In the spirit of 'Bad Girl's Guide to the Open Road' meets 'Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance,' this book is fun, high spirited, and makes you want to escape life as you know it and take to the open road whether you ride or not!
click to read more.

The publisher is creating a comprehensive blog and social site to support the book and when the design team has completed their finishing touches, I will send you the link to it. There are lots of Chrome Cowgirls out there and we need to connect and unite as one big posse of girl power riders!

Available in bookstores everywhere and at all online retailers. Cool.

Sasha & Motoroadeo MMC - "Ridelicious" album single debuts - Road Diva Music

Sasha & Motoroadeo MMC is a music project that has been in the works for several years. I'm happy to announce that the first single, "Ridelicious," from the forth coming album, is available at your favorite online retailer (I-Tunes, Amazon, Rhapsody, Napster, and more).

The live act is in the planning stages and will feature several awesome Nashville musicians who live to ride and love the motorcycle lifestyle, the hot rod culture, and just about anything to do with wheels and the road. You'll also see my budding DJ skills during the live Motoroadeo show and my VJ mixing skills too.

The single Ridelicious features producer, bass player and arranger, Pat Lassiter who is also the bass player for Tracy Lawrence; Shawn Hughes who is now the drummer for Jasmine Cain; Jeff Caughron also from Jasmine Cain on guitar. I'm on lead and backing vocals and did some of the loop programming and co-produced, too. The track was mixed by Rich Travali and mastered by an NYC legend.

The full album containing 14 tracks will be released this year. More about the full release will be available soon.

In the meantime, feel free to go to my music myspace where you can hear some of my other songs (demos) which are now in the process of becoming fully produced tracks. I'll keep you updated on the progress of my music project

She Rides a Motorcycle - a documentary film project.

Since writing Bikerlady: Living & Riding Free! I've been keen on creating a unique film about the history of women in motorcycles presented from a very artistic and grass roots perspective. I'm pleased to announce that this project is officially underway. We are collecting information now about legendary riders from around the world, pioneers in the industry, motorsports legends, celebrities and regular gals who ride to live. More about the co-producers and this project will be formally announced within the next month. The forthcoming website will detail all information. To get the ball rolling now, submit information for consideration in the form of a brief letter explaining your participation in the motorcycle culture, or perhaps someone you know. Then we'll coordinate from there, once we receive your letter.

Yes, my windfamily, this is a passion project that celebrates our love for two wheels and the wonderfully diverse culture within this lifestyle.

You can e-mail your letter of introduction directly to me at: chromecowgirl@gmail.com
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Celebrate another year around the sun and shine!

My dear windones, reach out to me on Facebook, Myspace, or Twitter by going to bikerlady which will link you to everything else. I would love to hear from you and stay connected!

Keep on s'milin my friends.
Sasha MullinsBikerlady and Chrome Cowgirl
chromecowgirl@gmail.com

2009-03-13T17:02:00.002-06:00

I've been reflecting about the things I have to change in life and stumbled upon the NIV Holy Books excerpt. I was looking for something else...inspired by my friend Rev. Bobby Lewis...and ended up here. My comments are in another color.

Matthew 7

Judging Others
1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
6"Do not give dogs what is sacred; do not throw your pearls to pigs. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces.

Mum is the word...still the mind. Why does anybody have to judge anyone? Ewww. That person rides a Honda not a Harley mean uncool. Mean thing to say. Not that I say that, it's what I've heard. Honda's are cool bikes, too. I'm itchin' for a vintage Honda CB750.

And I need to take the logs out of my eyes. Too many. I could build a log cabin...what's going on here? Get your love in line, girl, I'm tellin myself....we're all one bottom line even the sucky mean people who...I can't judge and say they're sucky, right? Jeez. And it's important to stop decorating pigs with my pearls...you know what I'm sayin'.

Ask, Seek, Knock
7"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.

9"Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? 10Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! 12So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.

I'd so love to be given as soon as I ask...without so much as pounding on the door to opportunity. Bang Bang BANG! May I have this opportunity that I'm seeking? Then I need to follow that, or maybe preceed it with , Hello, God, it's me, Sasha. Um. Can I have [it] according to YOUR WILL? Instead of Hello God. Gimmme. 'Cause I want [it].

Yes, there are those that'll smile with a gift-wrapped stone and say, bon appetite! And there are those that'll give you a snake with a side of lox and a bagel and say, dig in! I love to give good gifts to friends and family. But the gifts come in small packages, like... hey man, I'll drive you to the airport. or simply, I'll watch your kitties while you go on tour. Maybe it's, hey, let me cook for you, relax. Or any little thing that means alot. But I say that I need to give more...give it all away with nothin in return. Yes, I like to Be good for nothin'.

The Narrow and Wide Gates
13"Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. 14But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

Wide open, perfectly smooth pavement, 70 miles an hour. Nah. I'd rather have the tiny, random backroad that gives me that rich deep experience of REAL, TRUE, HONEST...stop and smell the roses and look deep into the soul of another. Let's go.

A Tree and Its Fruit
15"Watch out for false prophets. They come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves. 16By their fruit you will recognize them. Do people pick grapes from thornbushes, or figs from thistles? 17Likewise every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit. 18A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and a bad tree cannot bear good fruit. 19Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. 20Thus, by their fruit you will recognize them.

21"Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. 22Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' 23Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'

Oh my. Can somebody say NAIVE? Hello, my name is Sasha Naive. Pretty name ain't it? Pretty little sheep how come you're barking instead of saying baaaaah. Do you have a cough? Pretty little sheep come closer. Sit in my lap. Let me snuggle with you... OW! Why did you bite my head off? Hey! I need that heart. What the heck?! How come my pretty tree is bearing rotten fruit? Oh crap. There are worms in my fruit? How can that be I tended and tilled? Oh, it's a bad tree? And it won't grow good fruit? Is that the same as decorating a pig with my pearls?

Doin' the WILL of the Father. Yeah. Lord Lord....I was running through life doing everything IIIIIIII wanted to do... yeah yeah you mentioned something about wanting me to do something for you but IIIIIII thought if IIIIIIIIII did what IIIIIIIIII wanted, it would satisfy your I AM.

Nope in that Hope.

The Wise and Foolish Builders
24"Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house; yet it did not fall, because it had its foundation on the rock. 26But everyone who hears these words of mine and does not put them into practice is like a foolish man who built his house on sand. 27The rain came down, the streams rose, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell with a great crash."

28When Jesus had finished saying these things, the crowds were amazed at his teaching, 29because he taught as one who had authority, and not as their teachers of the law.

Rock. Rock. Rock. Rock. Remember always to ROCK the throttle of life and lean deep into the palm of the ONE. It's okay to admit you did wrong and you made the wrong thought decision, and you were angry and it's all okay.

Just remember... you're in the midst of a journey. Course correct.

Gotham Rodeo Gang...

2009-02-28T11:55:00.005-06:00

Here's two snapshots of citibillies in NYC&W (New York City Country & Western, that is) from a few years back. Now the scene is filled with lots more musicial folks who love living in the city and playing country music. Yes indeedy, I sure do miss these sweet folk.

I'm the NYC'r who wandered off to Nashville for a spell. But I'll always be a citibilly. These musicians are awesome and brilliant.

Who Said A City Girl Can't B Country? www.myspace.com/motoroadeo - and have a listen to the demo..it's a gas.

A dash of color.

2009-02-28T10:56:00.003-06:00

Enjoy this link to Bill Cunningham's photo journey!
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2009/02/27/fashion/20090301-street-feature/index.html
That's my hometown, ya'll!

Vantastic.

2009-02-27T15:10:00.007-06:00

My van is my other baby. Tigerlily is my baby, too. My van and my motorcycle. Check out what she looked like when I bought her three years ago in Long Island. A former catering truck for an Italian Deli. 1982 Dodge Ram B250 slant 6.

Let me tell you more about Vantastic. She's brawny. And sensitive. You see, she's now sitting in my driveway with a busted radiator and fouled carb. She is not able to pass MARTA, the emissions test here in Nashville. Vantastic is my yard/garage sale companion. We leave the house at 7am with a thermos of delicious coffee and then we buy a treat, like a scone, or something interesting like that. Her back door is now filled up with fun bumper stickers for instance: "God seeks spiritual fruits not religious nuts" and "All Who Wander Are Not Lost".

Yes, Vantastic has been on several long journeys with me. In fact, together we had an interesting experience at rush hour in NYC. We broke down right before the mouth of the Lincoln Tunnel. Oh the horns. What the hell makes people beep like that so frantically? Like every single angry moment they ever had in their life was projected in the moment and out through that tiny little steering wheel horn. Oh, they beat on it...like a tribal prayer for the broke down car Gods to come make me and Vanny magically disappear. Dang.

I threw the help blinkers on and called the special rescue phone number for Port Authority. As you might guess, there's no place to turn off or pull over at the Lincoln Tunnel leaving NYC. You are jammed, crammed in there...no exit...nothing.

So, we just got zen about it all.

Then the cool Port Authority chick came by in this white truck with what looked like a biiiiiggggg white wall on the front and she was just as little as could be. She strolled over to my window and with her hand on her hip snapping a wad of gum she said, okayyyyy, just pute da car in neutral 'n don't touch nuthin but the steerin wheel n I'll getcha outta heah.

Well she pushed us all the way to this secret garage right at the middle of the tunnel...it looks like just another car passage to get to Jersey....but it's an entire garage in there! Oh I told them of my excursion to move to Nashville...and me and Vanny hookin up in Long Island, and the fact that almost ALLL the hoses for emmissions were stripped out and that's why I was as broke down as a joke at the tunnel...Well, we all chuckled and drank coffee together. I then slid on through the tunnel to Jersey and rigged this contraption hose set up with a dude named Fernando over at AutoZone in Bayone.

One of my new projects this year is pimping my darling van into a spectacle.... I'm collecting random items now. Garage sale stuff, swap meet stuff, junk yard treasures. Yes, I'll keep you posted. I'm tempted to try and do alotta things in the world of automotive I've NEVER tried before. But, like I always say, attempt everything like it is a gourmet recipe and you'll notice that if you just carefully follow directions, or, if you don't have a receipe, carefully think through the ingredients and ingredient companionship and you will have an interesting start on your learning curve. Ha ha...

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Being duped.

2009-02-22T17:13:00.003-06:00

It is chilling when one works so dearly and passionately at their craft hoping to have the opportunity to share it with the world heart to heart, soul to soul -- only to have a newcomer wholly assume the unique artistic role that the original artist created as if it was their very own creation. Handlers having experienced the uniqueness and fine qualities that the original tride and true artist had created and presented, have cleverly crafted a duplicate. The original was thus discarded, but the truth shines at the same time a myth is concocted.

Only those with truth in their hearts will know the difference.

-- Anonymous.

A quote

2009-02-18T10:42:00.001-06:00

"The experience of love — yes, it's mind-expanding and soul-expanding, but it cannot save us from loneliness or mortality. That's a paradox because we hope it will." -- Erica Jong

Love is love eternal. Embrace the moment and live well and full.

Working with Trevor

2009-01-19T10:31:00.002-06:00

Boy or boy, am I a lucky girl! Yesterday I started recording some tracks with Trevor Finaly, a blues artist from Canada who has moved to Nashville. He is one fine player and thoroughly entertaining as a sidekick writer to my eccentric writing style. Trevor and Josee, his manager, paid a visit to my funky artist pad here on the river in Nashville and together with my Patrick we began recording a new tune which you will all love. I'll post it to myspace in the next week or so.

What I love about working with Trevor is that he has an infinite amount of ideas and he is an exceptional guitar player, too. He can sing the heck out of a blues tune and his own set of songs carry you away == you just get lost in the music. Collaborating on this latest project has been really expansive for my artistic soul. Today I will be singing the song. Right now, I'm working on the drums and percussion. Then on Wednesday, Trevor will come back to the studio and we'll lay down his vocals and lead guitars. We're also going to add a burning fiddle track and some piano. HOT!

I hope all of you are out there following your dreams no matter what. Remember that even in this super tough economy, you all have your God given gifts as precious, gifted souls with an abundance of love and intoxicating purpose. Lift up your hearts and forget about the money. Yeah we all need some and it is scarce, so enjoy the little things that give you extreme pleasure and get lost in those little things that are so very big...like the coo of a baby, the antics of a silly pet, the loving gaze of your lover, the food on your table, the love of family and friends. Throw a party and have a pot luck dinner called "Up Your Luck" instead of Down on your luck.... invite everybody you know to your house and break bread together and enjoy the companionship. Play great music and play fun games like Pictionary...and Life or Twister. Let's get back to the basics and enjoy the little things.

U R AWESOME!

Love,
Sasha

TAGS: chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, down the road a peace, motorcycles, female motorcyclist

2009 - time to shine.

2009-01-09T13:13:00.003-06:00

2009 is the year to tend to the main flame.

2009 is the time to shine.

the main flame is truth and passion. listening to the heart.

being true to yourself is to shine.

we all face enormous challenges now and ahead. but in the moment is peace in the midst of the chaos. this is not fruity talk or empty spiritual spits. this is the truth.

no matter how much you owe in bills, no matter how much you hate to lose the house you love because you can't afford it anymore. no matter how much you hate to sell the bike or the car. . .

you have a flame inside of you burning...always shining in the darkness.

and that flame is the key to living your truth and passion. that flame is strength and it belongs to you and no thing or person can take it away.

sometimes, the fire dies away and is reduced to little more than ash. you curl up to kindle it and find solace in sleep. that's okay.

just don't turn to the hopelessness of drugs and alchohol because that will extinquish the flame. turn within and know that there is a flame of truth burning within and 2009 is your time to shine...

this has nothing to do with money
this has nothing to do with fame
it has everything to do with finding peace within, in the midst of chaos.
it has everything to do with living smart
it has everything to do with understanding that freedom is found in reducing debt and less material things in life
free to be
free to shine
free to stoke the fire within

take your logs of desires and feed the flame.
take your fiery hope and pour some liquid gladness on it
so that your flame burns high and bright for all to see
and be still
and know deep within
that you rock. because you are the rock of CREATION.

2009 is your time to shine.

tags: sasha mullins, chrome cowgirl, bikerlady

Reviews for Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life!

2008-12-11T12:39:00.002-06:00

My friends! I am thrilled at the reviews now coming in! Please go to www.bikerlady.com/chromecowgirl.htm and scroll down and check it out! What an honor indeed!

Thanks to everyone who is kindly supports my art. My heart is just bursting with gladness.

With love!
Sasha

tags: chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, sasha mullins, MBI publishing.

Keep the faith.

2008-11-20T10:45:00.002-06:00

Even when you feel like everything in your life has crumbled, remember that you are precious. Keep the faith. Keep the light burning within.

Exercise of the day: go to the library and rent a pilates workout dvd and strengthen your core.

Spiritual dish of the day: At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person.Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us. - Albert Schweitzer. He received the 1952 Nobel Peace Prize in 1953 for his philosophy of "Reverence for Life"

tags: chrome cowgirl, bikerlady, sasha mullins

Good good good vibrations

2008-11-07T10:48:00.005-06:00

The vibrations of the whole world have been lifted to a point of incredibly hopeful and healing energy thanks to the election of President Elect Barack Obama. NO matter who you voted for, the history of America has been altered and we are now seen as a country who desires positive change. Mr. Obama has a huge job ahead of him. And we share in his challenge. He is not alone in this clean-up and redemption. Our beloved America has renewed hope.

For a man who walks a mile in our shoes...evident in the shabby shoes he wore throughout his campaign that revealed his grounded, solid nature and comfort in his stance -- the nation feels like one-of-us has been selected. We're all in this together...no matter who won.

The first person that I thought of when Barack Obama was presented as President-Elect, was Maya Angelou. I had tears of joy just thinking what she must be feeling after all she has stood for and has experienced in her long, illustrious life as an advocate for peace and healing.

Now, we as a world can cheer for change and all work hard together to be that change under the leadership of a man who understands...and is one of us.

Today's exercise is to walk a mile in your shoes and give thanks to your breath and life, and know that you are powerful and beautiful and whatever your situation -- you can be all that you are and weather the storm and embrace the sunlight of hope beyond the clouds.

Spiritual Dish of the Day: The Mastery of Love, Don Miguel Ruiz

Peace, love and healing,

Sasha

Author of Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life: a look at freedom and being.

http://www.bikerlady.com/

The Art of Life

2008-10-23T11:16:00.003-06:00

Marianne Williamson is a joyful Spiritual teacher. I just picked up her "Age of Miracles" -- I try to read everything she authors. There is so much to learn in this book at whatever age/stage.

To know your truth is the art of life. There are so many colors and styles of application to show on your canvas we just have to show our true colors. Show our true styles...whatever that may be.

Start with a vision of your most heartfelt truth about your beautiful authentic self. The real you that may be buried, or hidden, or forgotten.

Remember what it was like to be that carefree child and the feeling of being lost in imagination...there were so many colors and brush styles and things upon the canvas back then. The sky was the canvas and that sky was inside of us. The awe and wonder of everything was how it felt to explore our talents, and likes and dislikes.

The have to dos and honey dos and opinions and mindsets and character flaws of others leaving imprints on our canvas inspired different colors and different styles that may not necessarily have been ours to begin with! We abandoned the vision because of outside ourselves influences and poor life choices. And the journey to return to love and truth begins the moment when we separate ourselves from the art of our truth! I say, art, because it is a work of art to truthfully be ourselves. It's so fantastic and moving. And it takes alot of imagination and application to get there.

From Marianne Williamson's The Age of Miracles:

"But whatever it is you choose to think, your subconscious mind takes it very seriously and your experience will reflect your thinking. Our very cells respond to the thoughts we think--with every word, silent or spoken, we participate in the body's functioning. We participate in the functioning of the universe itself. If our consciousness grows lighter, then so does everything within and around us. This means, of course, that with every thought, you can start to re-create your life"

Now, isn't that stunning to read. We are master artists and the creative within, is the Divine, our Lord, and those who you follow to be your Source inspiration.

Time is so precious and our canvases await the true visions to be imprinted upon them by the very imagination that dreamt us into creation. We are soul and our souls have a mission, a purpose and our souls have gifts manifested through our physical (body/mind). Treasure the notion of YOU. And discover your ART of LIFE and begin painting your truth once again.

xoS

Exercise of the day: Jump Rope...with a high knee lift skipping action. Do this with the imagination of a child, lost in the moment, as if showing friends and family just how many times you can skip rope without stopping, and then if you trip up, keep on going.

Spiritual Dish of the Day: "This is not the time to stop working on ourselves; it's the time when we've finally accumulated enough clues to help crack the case and solve the mystery of why and how we've kept ourselves bound for so long. It's not the time to give up and say, 'This is just how I am. It's too late to change.' Quite the opposite --it's time to take a stand, once and for all, for your own potential." -- Marianne Williamson, The Age of Miracles.

Photo: Central Park; The Flags. "Surrounded by Creative Energy."

tags: The Chrome Cowgirl Guide to the Motorcycle Life, Bikerlady, Sasha Mullins, Female Motorcycle Rider, Biker Chick, Motorcycles, Marianne Williamson

Be Your Own Truth.

2008-10-21T09:03:00.005-06:00

I'm reading Maya Angelou: A Glorious Celebration. That we all are: a Glorious Celebration. The book speaks about being your own truth. Maya Angelou is the example of owning and sharing her full human experience on this earth plain. She is full of life. Full of herself which she shares generously with the world. Maya Angelou is a river of divine energy, a body of water ever flowing with knowledge and life experience. Her mentors, strong family, were also rich with life and immersed themselves completely in the river of truth.

There was no grandeur upbringing for this Matriarch of Divine Feminine here on Earth. The deep soul that she presents was crafted through a myriad of heartache and joy. She is the true definition of a survivor that not only struggled to protect her existence on earth, but also fought to protect her essence, her truth by simply owning her truth. Every bit of it.

When you own your own truth you can BEcome. Be. Come. You invite the wellspring of your truth to live and evolve. It's always there. Ready to flow and pulse and lead you to great experience, ready to carve through any obstacle. You don't have to go find it. You just have to let it flow through your every cell and stop damning it up. To own your own truth is to immediately release your river of divine purpose and allow your human curiosity a place to roam and explore.
Imagine what it's like to walk across a dam and on one side it is empty and on the other side is this pulsing, magnificence of energy, cool and refreshing truth, complex minerals, a strong reserve to nurture all you need for your body, mind and soul. . . a complete source of inspiration to live more fully. If you open the locks that keep the living waters from flowing, a rush of YOU, your truth will begin to fill your temple.

Access the tools of wisdom, nurture the deep seed of adventure, free the wheel that wishes to roll full circle in this life. This is not something you have to "get in the right mind set" or "go find where the truth might be." It's there like the blood pulsing through your veins. It's there like the sight you are using to read this. It's there like the breath you just exhaled.

It's called YOU. And to know your truth is LOVE. To embrace your gifts is LIFE. To allow your GIFTS a place to BE. This is TRUTH. Share it. In the sharing is the BE coming, forth.

Be the Glorious Celebration of You.

xoSasha

EXERCISE OF THE DAY: 50 slow jumping jacks. Open wide and sparkle like a star, close and reach high, the tips of your fingers like the flame of a candle. Breath deep and appreciate.

SPIRITUAL DISH OF THE DAY: From Maya Angelou - A Glorious Celebration
"Throughout her life, as in her work, Maya Angelo has affirmed and celebrated the threads that bind us one to another. She believes in us, the human family, with our rainbow of emotions, our complex imaginations. She believes in the boundless capacity of our spirits and the hope and possibility in each and every breath that we take. She wants the best from us and from herself, the best for us and for herself, knowing that we struggle, sometimes falter, stumble, lose our way."

tags: female motorcyclist, bikerlady, chrome cowgirl, biker chick, female motorcycle rider.

Modern Bride Mag writes about me.

2008-10-19T20:33:00.004-06:00

In the Dec/Jan edition of Modern Bride Magazine there is a small feature about me referring the to contest I entered. I enter wedding contests to win free stuff like dresses, flowers, invitations, shoes, you know. Every bit counts. Well this was a really fun contest about being a Modern Bride. I thought, I'm really Modern because I ride and I have a unique story to tell. Well, out of thousands and thousands of applicants, they selected the winner and four runner ups. I didn't make that cut. But I was given an honorable mention because the magazine received so many cool chicks that wrote in they did a special two page spread. My little feature is called Shattering Stereotypes. And it's so awesome. I'm really honored.

Take a look at it! Click jpg to enlarge.

xoS

tags: female motorcycle rider, chrome cowgirl, chrome cowgirl's guide to the motorcycle life, bikerlady, biker chick

Turning to face the Shepard.

2008-10-19T19:08:00.002-06:00

So the Shepard yanked me back to Nashville. Read the post before if you're just stopping in, because this is part 2.

Here I rode home, obeying, turning, and facing the Shepard. I was spooked the whole ride back home. Questioning and going over the episode at the Love's truck stop over and over again until literally, my head hurt...throbbed. I don't get headaches often, very rare, and I felt like I could hardly hold my head up. My Patrick was surprised that I turned around because ever the road gypsy, he just thought I'd keep right on going wide open throttle singing at the top of my lungs like I do when I ride. A funny sight to passers-by.

When I got home I laid down after taking care of the poodles and kitties. The little animals were leaping at me as if I were absent two years. What, I was gone, 18 hours maybe? Their unconditional love was really brimming. My cup runneth over with puppy and kitty love.

Yeah after stripping off the layers of riding leathers and my mexican blanket turned poncho that I wear when it's damp cold, I fell asleep for a few solid hours with my throbbing headache. Maybe I didn't have enough water, I don't know. I drank some and the headache didn't go away. I also had a dull pinch in the stomach like I could barf if not careful what I ate. Weird. I felt fine, awesome, in fact up until the turn around.

Patrick left for rehearsal, he had some ICMA television show to play that evening. I had told him to invite a friend. I wasn't going to go no matter what and I had planned to be in Daytona anyway, plus...you see, I'm totally bashful at these celebrity things because I just don't feel comfortable at them. Even when all the other wives and girlfriends go arm and arm with their performer spouses, I opt to do my own thing. That's kinda selfish. Because I didn't realize that Patrick really wants me to go to these things. It's his job to perform...so why would I want to go to his job? You know? ICMA stands for Inspirational Country Music Awards. Gospel Country, in other words. He wanted me to go, since I was home. I didn't want to go because my head was throbbing and I was feeling weird. But it meant alot to him that I go...so I frowned at the selection of outfits I had...mostly yard sale pickins that I worked over into pieces of odd art...and so I chose a pair of way baggie pants and a long sleeve glitter shirt with cowgirl boots. Sort of like dressy pajamas...and off I went with Pat.

Little did I know, the Lord had some plans that evening. He had me captive in the audience to watch the players and listen to the music that was inspired because God is good. While some acts were not well rehearsed obviously, there were acts there that were stunning. Angelic. Pure. And chilling to hear...especially the Word swirling with the music notes. My favorite act was The Issacs. They sang Mama's in Heaven Teaching Angels to Sing. Chillingly beautiful. My breath truly was taken away. Another song that I loved was simply called Daddy's Girl, which of course made me sob dollar size tears. Now that I think about it, the two titles that I liked best had to do with Mother and Father. Ah, Christ.

My Patrick's boss won Best Inspirational Music Video of the Year for his song 'Til I was a Daddy, too. That evening they performed The Book You Never Read, of course referring to the Bible. His boss is coming out with his very first country rock gospel album, alternate to his usual country genre -- 18 number one hits, not bad. And this new album is quite beautiful and rockin' at that.

Yes, the messages that came from that concert had to do with opening heart and allowing the divine to move through using the gifts of song and words. I must admit, time and again over this past year I would receive the small still nudge of the Lord saying, focus on your music. And sometimes just the words, write it down, would press upon my intuition.

While Patrick and I were in the audience he kept studying me with this adoring look and then he said, "I'm so glad you're here with me. I like when you come to support what I do." He glowed and I learned something. Yeah, I'm a freewheelin, freespirit -- but I have someone who really adores me. I felt stunning sitting there in my fancy baggie wear.

Early the next morning, Friday, way early, like around 3ish am -- I awoke startled and in tears. A heavy heart plagued me. Reality set in that I've been running and that I've been so very heavy hearted feeling like I just can't quite deal with things like I used to. Too much loss in my life this year and my spiritual foundation was totally rocked and fragmented at that. The earthquaked and I faltered, or faultered. Was this some kind of reckoning?

Once again, my motorcycle, Miss Tigerlily, rode me into the wind to have a visit with the divine. That's where the big spiritual epiphanies seem to occur -- when it's just me out there on my motorcycle and I'm totally focused on the road, and God is totally in control because it is life or death to ride and it's live or death to live, too. The wind whispers. The calling, the turning around, why this is just the beginning of the restoration on my soul. I need to let Will happen according to my divine purpose. It's time to let The Plan according to My Gifts in alignment with God's Will be revealed.

I curled up with a morning coffee and Emmet Fox's The Sermon on the Mount...the Key to Success in Life, based upon the Beatitudes. "Behold I make all things new." This statement suddenly was huge when I read it. It made me want to go on a juice fast and cleanse my stinkin' thinkin' any toxins in the bod, and restore the living waters of my soul to be crystal clean and pure again.

Then I went for a walk with my neighbor, Deb, who is a spiritual counselor. She has been a terrific resource of soulful nourishment the last few months. Even in my tangled web of where do I belong, and what am I here for, she comforts me and gently loosens the tangle, as if working a knot out of my hair, carefully and lovingly. And then things are soft and smooth again. During the walk I told her how utterly insane the whole turn around seemed, and that there was big part of me that was aching for Daytona and my buddies. We spoke about how I was so spooked by it and how I knew I couldn't prove it wrong. It was time. Time to take my life purpose to the next level. Time to trust and heed the call. Goin On Up To The Spirit In The Sky!

On Saturday evening my other neighbor, George, who is just as factual a person that you'd want to know, an engineer by education and skill, and who is the senior something or other at the church came by just to hang out with Patrick. Pat invited him over for dinner while his wife was tending to family matters. George gave me terrific scientific insight from a spiritual perspective about what happened that night. Seeds were being planted. And further, I thought that those seeds that were dormant were now being encouraged to re-bloom. Wow... shed a little light on me. Go 'head and SHINE!

It wasn't time for me to go to Daytona this October. This was evident. While I'd like to know the full answer to the turn around at THAT particular time, I can only guess that it was a true test if I would LISTEN, especially because the alternative to go to sunny skies to be with my friends was so wonderfully alluring and important. And God knows that it is, which is why He asked me to travel "my way" as explained in my previous post. I obeyed, the sacrifice being my good friends and a good time in Daytona...a sacrifice that He knows was a tough one for me to make because my motorcycle, my art, and my lifestyle are very deep seeded passions in my heart. Here I was perhaps being asked to make the DIVINE and even deeper seed and furthermore to be the fertile soil, because I have not been nurturing that blossom as I should have.

And then today, Sunday, I sat by the river early this morning. The river pulsing and streaming along --like the way I imagine the divine would pulse and stream if I were not to damn it.

Dig this extraordinary reading that came to me exactly after coming back from the river this morning. This was totally a sign. I just randomly pulled a book off my shelf that I hadn't finished reading in ages: "There is a river of creativity running through all things, all relationships, all beings, all corners and centers of this universe. We are here to join it, to get wet, to jump in, to ride these rapids, wild and sacred as they be." -- from the book Creativity by Matthew Fox. And this too from his book as he also quotes Meister Eckart: "'The Spirit flows just as completely into the soul as the soul empties itself in humility and expands itself to receive him.' The Spirit flows and flows, fills and fills, and 'cannot keep from flowing into every space where it finds space and flows just as extensively as the space if finds there.' What is required to respond to this flowing river of the Spirit of Creativity in addition to emptying ourselves to be ready? A focusing is required---and a uniting of all our powers."

Now, folks, after being stunned by such a sign...I decided, you know what? I am going to take George up on his offer and go to church this morning. I'm just way too curious now. So I got all dressed up and decided to leave Tigerlily home so I wouldn't draw attention to myself roarring up the driveway rattling the church windows because surely I was going to be late getting there. I was indeed tardy by twenty minutes, quite alot in the world of sermon, but just in time for the bishop to speak. You see, it was his annual visit to St. Marks. He wore the big tall gold hat, too. I thought how cool it would be to wear one of those down Main Street, Daytona on the bike.

Anyway, as God would have it for me, it was also the day of Baptismal for new church members so the whole church recites the Baptismal Covenant. And here, another sign, was I reciting and reconfirming my commitment to the Saviour, to the Father/Mother, to all things divine and awesome. All things that are powerful and true about myself as I am connected to the ONE SOURCE...to the LAW OF ATTRACTION. I want to be completely honest with myself you know what I mean? I want to attract exactly what I need to attract in order to be the highest form of my earth/spirit form and do the greatest works according to my gifts. I want to return to truth so that I can serve well, mankind and the environment. I want to expand upon the gifts and be blessed with ultimate wisdom and discernment so that I have clarity to fulfill my dreams and goals to serve my purpose... with that I delightfully walked to the alter and took the body, the bread of life, and the wine the fruit of the vine, blood of the new covenant, and bounced back to my seat. Okay, Lord, work me, restore me, shake me up, and build me up, then let's hit the road.

And then as I turned to leave the church after the sermon and after the gathering with the other parishioners having snacks in the recreation room, I saw this sign that read:

Are you ready to hear the truth about yourself, no matter how beautiful it is?

How the Shepard yanked me back.

2008-10-18T06:29:00.008-06:00

As you know I was on my WAY to Daytona, but 50 miles south of Atlanta I turned around and came back to Nashville.

Amazing how the inner guide will surely guide you if you let it. I angst about my decision to go. Wanting to leave Monday, then Tuesday, but having so much to do and lots of things that needed my attention, finally, I departed at 3:15pm on Wednesday wanting to ride all night in the moonlight...I just love to do that. It's magical and sweet to roll through the evening.

Well, my bike shut down south of Atlanta around 9:30pm. After quickly glancing over the bike with the sheriffs, we just couldn't figure out why she lost power because it was quite dark to see. The sheriff felt it best to get a wrecker to pull me to the next truck stop to diagnose the ailment especially since I was on the left side of the three lane highway having just passed someone only to lose power and have to guide my bike to the shoulder. Otherwise I would have paddle-walked her to the next exit which wasn't too far away.

When the shut down occurred, my thought was, here we go! Road adventure...it's part of the journey. A new chapter opens during the journey southbound. I love an adventure and will always thank GOD that safely my bike experienced a mechanical problem and that I was not hurt.

During the years of riding I have had my share of mechanical challenges with Tigerlily ranging from a fuel line disconnecting, to a battery going bad in the middle of the night and I pop started her for as long as I could and then that was it, to coil(s) going bad, to broken ring in the primary causing lots of oil to dump out of the bike (note I'm not exactly sure how to explain that one, but you've got the picture). I always managed to limp along my journey or get it fixed somehow and continue on.

There was a generous amount of oil on the under carriage, so I thought it must have been an oil loss related problem, (which Tigerlily is always peeing oil!) but it wasn't. Believe it or not, it turned out to be simply a wire to the coil fell off, that Mike, the wrecker owner, discovered as together we went over the bike under a street lamp at the Love's Truck Stop. Great. I was back on the road and we laughed about it all. It was a pleasure to meet a new highway hero, Mike from Mike's Tires, who also was a die-hard rider. The adventure was on...and the bike was FINE. Praise God!

I called my friends, laughed about the silliness of the wire, and told them I'm on my way and that I was going to have a coffee and continue south. IT would be awesome, too. We had a great campsite at a friend's home all set up and my beloved friends would all be there. I was so excited. Also, the beach, how I missed it since moving to Nashville. I used to be such a beach girl.

Anyway, I sat in the truck stop phone lounge charging my phone. I gulped down the coffee and was ready to go. But then something wouldn't let me continue. My gut. WHAT! ? I'm nearly half way there...of course I'm going to continue, plus I TOLD my darling peeps I'd be there. No question. . .

And then again,

"NO. Do not go. Wait."

So, I thought, okay. Maybe I'm supposed to just wait a while so I did. Wait a while. Contemplating why the feeling of YAHOO! for Daytona was fading.

"Pray." Came the words from my heart.

Eerrie but okay, I thought. About what? So, I went about asking the Holy Spirit, the Universe, the sweet Divine, am I supposed to go on this trip?

Nothing. I waited. Nothing. And it seemed like the joy for the sunny destination bubbled up again, and so, THERE was my answer. Go.....

I got up to leave, my attention was diverted. Then this really spooky feeling came over me again. "Stop." And I felt almost frozen. Folks, this back and forth crap is now taking up alot of good riding time, you know what I mean? Now, I'm super frustrated. My word, I've got to honor! I told my friends I was going to be there. So I'm going. That's it. I had to challenge this spookiness.

And then plain as day, referring to an article that caught my eye as I rose to leave and get on the bike, that if I continued down the highway this will happen to you: death.

WHAT? Now, I'm weirding out big time, -- my mind is thinking this this strangeness or is it really the small still voice of the burning bush! ??? My bike is FINE. So, what does this all mean? I don't get spooked out here on the wide open. It's where I learn trust and where I meet the divine, as I always testify. But now this new "sign" has made me stop in my track. Then the sweet divine kept on at my gut instinct...to turn around. Go back home.

Folks, this is really getting frustrating now. I'm having an inner spar with my intuition. Nearly half way to my destination and I'm supposed to turn around and go home? Let's weight this out, I'm thinking:

1. My amazing "family" is awaiting me, I need them, I long for them, I adore them all and I want to have fun and see everyone.

2. Daytona is warm and sunny and I want to run around in the ocean.

3. I want to take care of my friend Jasmine because I promised her I'd do some work for her.

4. I got another amazing opportunity to help out Cyril. Which was a big bonus for me because I totally admire his work.

and I could go on and on. I even brought my tiara and I would put my plastic glitterati on my head upon arrival all road dirty and run to my friends and jump in their arms, as a celebration the queen of the highway has arrived safely.

okay, so if I go back to Nashville:

1. It's crappy weather

2. I'm alone there without my friends and "family" because they are all in Daytona

3. I want to take a break from Nashville because I'm really not liking it these days.

4. I miss New York City so desperately and dearly, that I need a break from feeling THAT home sickness.

5. I've been in a funk because the holidays are fast approaching and there will be no physical presence of Daddy Poppi at the festivities. And last year, we spent all of December in the Oncology unit with our beloved Poppi. So, this feeling was kicking my A**.

and I could go on.

But then a series of divine movement happened that night at the Love's Truck Stop while I was so terribly torn. The LORD began a dialogue with me while I sat on my bike and collected dew from the evening now sliding into the next day, Thursday. The "voice" if you will, was gentle, kind loving. It was the small stillness. Suddenly, referring to the sticker on my bike that is right on the tank, friends, "I live life my way" - I was asked:

"What is MY WAY?" Now, talk about getting the chills, the spooks. There were many details to this, and to spare you all the little details, that, should you not be much of a spiritual person, would make you think I may be a little crazy, I will tell you this:

I had to face some things. Deep things. This was no joke. I had to trust my intuition, my gut. And I'll tell you, I was also offered this opportunity from the divine:

"If you'd like to prove your gut wrong, go ahead." Because I have free will. We all do. What highway and MY WAY do we travel? Holy cow this was getting intense, and like a child fighting to continue playing on the playground, I was beginning to feel a confirmation. "It's not time. Head North."

With that, folks, I turned around from my bike to go back into the truck stop and stopped as I gazed at the dozen or some illuminated words that said: "LOVE'S" Suddenly, the word was no longer referring to the truck stop. Here I was perfectly parked so that these words would be from left to right blazing at me. No, I wasn't parked in front of the doors to the store, I was parked away from the main area, in a spot that was for one hour only and now I had been there THREE HOURS dealing with this spooky stuff, and parked in a position that perfectly lit up the "sky" with the word "LOVE's".

Right then I just had to speak with Betsy, my dear road sister, and explain all this to her. She, also very much in touch with the road angels and divine, thought that indeed, Jesus was speaking to me.

I need to tell you all, too, that I've had my spiritual challenges since moving to Nashville. There's been a great need to work on my soul which being so heavy hearted this year, was difficult for me.

You see, my entire spiritual community that I so adored, the folks at Central Baptist on the Upper West Side, a very modest church, that was much more a spiritual warrior gathering of artists and folk, than anything else, was no longer in my life having moved to Nashville. And having dealt with two enormous tragedies this year that has rocked my foundation, I have to confess that I hadn't tended to my daily spirit journals or readings like I used to, because I know there is so much work I must do, to align myself again with that tremendous spiritual place I had been in for so long.

In fact, I felt I was hiding from HIM/HER, the Father, the Mother, the Son, the Daughter (me).

This was a serious calling at the truck stop. A test. A trust that I needed to allow my intuition (the divine guidance) to call the shots here and now. Let me say that it was a really tough decision. But, I wasn't going to prove it wrong.

Yes, for several days leading up to my departure I felt that something wasn't right. But as my Jasmine girl will tell you, I had been shying away from things when I ought to be there. She will attest to the fact that I have been struggling pretty hard this year on many levels and had been wanting to hide from the world. In fact, this is one of the hardest years that I've had to face. Promising that I'd be there with the "family" was a good strong way for me to be there because it would just kill me to not honor my word. And I hemmed and hawed about it, believe me, but I knew in my heart that I was not going to disappoint my precious Jasmine sister.

But I couldn't discount what I was feeling that night. It was a really huge feeling. Overwhelming. And indeed, I tried to discount it as all in my mind weird but there were so many signs already. To my ego, too, the ever giant ego we all have that Eckart Tolle is so lovingly trying to quiet through his teachings: to not continue south would be defeat and not cool. And I would not get to wear my tiara and I would not get to boast of riding to Daytona as a die-hard biker chick. I would not get to dress up in a gown and attend a party. I would not get to show my work ethic to Cyril.

I felt I had an obligation to my word because I told my friend's I would be there and was bound and determined to go! However, the WORD I had an obligation to was more than just my own. There was alot more going on and spirit was challenging me. Challenging me in a way that was highly annoying.

Yes, the incredibly spooky feelings I was having as I attempted to travel south had nothing to do with my bike's performance, so I couldn't blame it on that. Instead of proving my intuition/gut wrong -- finally after sitting at the truck stop contemplating this foreboding feeling for nearly 3 hours around 3:30am I decided to turn my packed up bike around and go back to Nashville even though it was cold and raining up ahead and southbound were sunny skies. I teared up as I saw the signs directing south and north. Tigerlily and I headed north.

Maybe my daddy Poppi, God rest his soul, popped that wire so that I would have to stop and contemplate. I don't know. What I do know is that it's important to heed the signs of the road angels. So here I am back home in Nashville. My beautiful friends in Daytona, I'm sorry that I could not be there with you. I treasure you all with every bit of my soul.

Since coming home there has been a giant spiritual movement happening within and without. There are people of spirit coming into my life to guide me. I mean, folks like my neighbors, one who is a spiritual counselor, and the other is a senior exec at this awesome church. The conversations have been intense. Yesterday I just wrapped my being inside the Beatitudes... Emmet Fox's Sermon on the Mount...it felt good and warm. Like a spa bath. I felt like a child in my father's arms...safe as I read the words.

My mission is to blend the beautiful world of riding motorcycles, with the divine spirit. I had been drifting from my path...yes I had. So herein I take a chance and share with you this very personal experience of being yanked back by the Shepard.

. . .I had to honor another Word and heed the Call.

-S

Vibrational Harmony and the Vibration of a Motorcycle.

2008-10-10T09:19:00.004-06:00

Riding a motorcycle is music to my soul, ears, eyes, heart, mind. The motorcycle is a source of powerful inspiration. Hopping on that two wheeled freedom machine is to align oneself with the greater good that is called divine.

The great DIVINE is a vibrational harmony. Everything vibrates with energy...everything is a song...a melody and one can hope that the the song is in harmony with the highest evolution of oneself - completely aligned to divine purpose and talent.

The vibration of a motorcycle is more than just a chuga-chugga, it is to live out loud. Yet, the core of the rider enters into a divine stillness -- a silence, a oneness with the wind. With divine vibration.

The rider will tingle with the sensation of adventure, of unpredictable moments strung together like notes on a music staff. Riding is like composing a symphony in tandem with the ever changing landscape one rides through that so affects the very CORE of one's nature. That we are all one.

So the vibration of the prairie: still, stark and vast -- opens up our soul to the same wide open truth: that we are exposed to the elements of life and it teaches us how to weather the storms without maybe physical shelter, but divine shelter. The desert: hot, dry, demanding and usually in control of those who enter her. You must honor the desert because she's not going to adjust anything for your comfort. You need to dig deep within yourself to find the tools to survive in her element. Discomfort as a means of perserverence and moving forward through extreme challenge. The urban jungle: Learning to get along with the driving personalities of others, staying focused on your own lane, lest someone or yourself will drift to the right or left and find yourself on the shoulder for awhile tending to a collision. This is the wild Interstellar John Coltrane rhythm, yes, where it seems like no one is on the same musical path or harmony, but indeed we are, we just need to learn to ride the rhythm at our own intensity.

The vibration of the engine as it rumbles through the canyons echoing off the stoic rocks that have been there as long as your soul has been created to remind you of your strength and your power of your force of your solid divinity. And then you vibrate with a bass tone with those rocks because those rocks are like the paternal representation of the divine; while the lovely scented forests of Yosemite reveal the perfume of Mother Earth....soft and everlasting...yet fragile and able to become ash and return to the divine without the physical.

Eventually, during a trip, we begin to hum, like OHM. And so we connect with the OHM of the engine....the tires rolling along the pavement OHM, the wind whipping through our helmets, OHM, the whoosh of life all around us breathing and expanding and contracting and leading us along. The vibration of all the senses in tune with the vibration of the divine....because the motorcycle allows us to travel through the stillness and be silent, and be still and know...that we
are one vibration on our freedom machines, with the freedom of the divine: the single purpose, to know thyself, to be gentle to thyself and to simply BE and allow the journey to unfold, moment by moment, note by note, movement by movement to be:

A symphony of vibrational unity: Divine, RIDER, Motorcycle.

with love and divine song,
Sasha
www.bikerlady.com
Author of the new book Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life by MBI Publishing.

Nashville Center Stage in Debate.

2008-10-07T08:52:00.004-06:00

It's a blustry day after several perfect fall days with temps around 75 degrees. The winds of truth, I hope, are the winds breathing down the river that laces through Davidson County where Nashville is the front and center attention around the globe of the presidential debates.

All I can say, is everyone, take heart. Truly investigate which political candidate truly has your values at interest. This is a personal choice, but it needs to be a choice, too, for the nation. Don't select a candidate just because he's white, or because you think it's time a female get into the second-in-command office, or because you think it's time for a dark-skinned person. The point is, it's time for radical change and change that is going to be long term.

I have voted republican and I have voted democrat. I choose the candidate that seems best with all the info I have gathered. I am a registered democrat, and I want to vote democrat -- seeking all the information I possibly can and still gathering info.

There are folks I know who will not vote at all. That's their contribution. There is no lesser of the evils, they see evil on both sides of the political fence. They don't want to be responsible for choosing a candidate that sucks so bad and takes our country down even further. Misinformed? I don't know. I think FEAR for the first time in it's immense intensity has gripped the nation over choosing a candidate. FEAR of the wrong choice. FEAR of believing the wrong information. IN addition to political fear, there is overwhelming FEAR in America over basic loss of living necessities. Look around. The FEAR is permeating the energy airwaves.

How can we EASE FEAR over making the wrong selection? By being informed. Truly being informed. Becoming our OWN investigative journalists and seeking the truth. Keeping notes about what each candidate is promising and to understand really how the government works. How does it operate?

http://www.house.gov/house/Tying_it_all.shtml - House of Representatives.

http://www.senate.gov/legislative/common/briefing/Senate_legislative_process.htm - Senate

Also, you can read lots more at both sites about the roles of our VP and President. I offer up this information, because alot of people have no idea and it's important to learn about it. I'll remind myself by revisiting so that I can understand what's going on in the legislative process.

Best wishes on your investigative goals to learn about the candidates which are best aligned to your personal goals, and the wellbeing of our fine country and with that the unity of the world.

Check out: www.votesmart.org for additional information on all candidates.

xoS

Palin: Hometown Girl or Seductress???

2008-10-06T16:26:00.002-06:00

http://beta.intent.com/blog/2008/10/06/is-she-a-hometown-girl-or-a-seductress

Very interesting blog from the shadow master: Debbie Ford.

Life Isn't Fair...

2008-10-02T09:39:00.005-06:00

"Life isn't fair," moaned John McCain, when asked why Obama has been rising as the Wall Street crisis has dominated attention on FoxNews, according to the Boston Globe article today. How dare he say such a thing when I'm watching a blue collar working mother with little kids bouncing in the backseat of a beatup car that barely passed state inspection on emissions, as she pumps exactly two dollars of gas in her car.

"Life Isn't fair," I tell you, John McCain.

How dare McCain proclaim the statement in selfpity when the unemployment rate is soaring and people are losing their homes or can't even pay rent and are being kicked out of their homes now with horrible credit so that they cannot even secure a place! Living in the basement of a friend's home, or taking up residence in a spare bedroom at the in-laws with their three kids, and some families are in shelters.

"Life isn't fair..." Dude, how do you whine while indulging delicious eggs benedict, wiping your pouting face with fancy table linens, while the family down the street from me is trying to ration a friggin' box of Cheerios for their three kids. Or how about the single, struggling waitress trying to better herself taking classes at the local community college, while working 60 hour shifts in a restaurant, still unable to afford health care because so many business don't offer it anymore! What about the beautiful lady who lost her job from the company downsizing and now her health benefits because she can't afford COBRA anymore and is now diagnosed with ovarian cancer?

The American dream for many hardworking, goodhearted people is CRUSHED these days because of inept government and corporations screwing over the American citizen. Credit card companies are loan sharking borrowers to the death of their financial wellbeing. No regulations, eh? Most people have to live on credit cards these days. Do you really think a minimum wage of LESS than eight lousy bucks is enough to live on? So what is that, like two gallons of gas? You have to work an hour to afford two gallons of gas. So if you wanted to fill up your gas tank on minimum wage, you'd have to work at least an eight hour shift?

Energy costs are skyrocketing. What the heck is going to happen this year to families already painfully struggling to make ends meet. How will they heat their homes? "Life Isn't FAIR!"

I think it's time for the Stop Crushing the American Dream rally on Washington. It's time to rise up and have our voices be heard during election time before it's too late.

Oh, here's an interesting tidbit I'll share:

"Ya'll ready for a negro for president?" - yeah, that's what I was asked the other day by a McCain supporter whose leading reason to support McCain is because he's white. My blood boiled. Frightening to think that there are people here in the South who refuse to vote for a man because of his skin color.

"Life isn't fair..." read more:

http://www.boston.com/news/politics/politicalintelligence/2008/10/mccain_life_isn.html

get ready for Sarah Palin. Read more about her qualifications here:

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/10/01/AR2008100103437.html?sid=ST2008100103651&s_pos=

Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life!

2008-09-25T09:13:00.004-06:00

Hello!

The Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life! hit bookstores 9/24/08. My friends, I am so happy that this book is finally birthed and into the world.

Sort of Zen, sort of bad ass with class, and definately all girl power, this book was written to encourage folks to follow their dreams in Chrome Cowgirl style. Grab life by the handlebars and charge after your destiny, live the life you KNOW in your heart you're meant to live. Abandon what doesn't fit in the saddle bags of your journey, and, yes embrace your saddle bags....hahaha!

What does it mean to be a Chrome Cowgirl? Well, it's to be the pioneer and forge your own path. It's saddle up and be true to yourself. It's to weather the storm and be exposed to the elements of change. It's to prance to your own rodeo. It's to have fun and lots of it.

Take a look at the first chapter here: www.bikerlady.com/chromecowgirl.htm

Sasha!!!!

Remembering our last dance.

2008-09-25T05:06:00.002-06:00

Rest in Peace, dear man.

May you be sweetly cherished in the arms of Jesus, completely whole and restored.

"Not one will be lost."
A loving and artistic soul, Mark "Papa" Guardado, may your spirit soar embraced by the light.
I shall always treasure our friendship and our dances. I'm sorry this terrible tragedy stole your life on earth. You had so much life to live and to give and you certainly did give and live while on earth. May you continue to shine and give in great spirit and strength.
I love you always.

Don't worry about anything; instead pray about everything...

2008-09-20T09:54:00.003-06:00

I just had to share this with you. This was the calendar comment for September 19th and of course it applies to everyday:

"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything; tell God your needs and don't forget to thank him for the answers. If you do this you will experience God's peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand." - from a daily faith calendar This Too Shall Pass: Keeping Faith During Tough Times (by new seasons(tm) publishing.)

in other words:

Philippians 4:6-7 (New International Version)
6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7 And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Bean're

2008-09-17T21:38:00.003-06:00

Bean’re and me.

Bean're is a dear friend of mine. He is brilliant and kind. A talented carpenter and contractor, Bean're is a master of several trades. This year, he also added bartending at the Broken Spoke Saloon to his long list of fabulous credentials. Bean're lives life to the fullest...I'm talkin' about high-octane, high spirited, high on life energy that is contagious. The other day, he came for a visit to my river homestead here in Nashville. Why we just laughed and he lifted my spirits way way heaven bound. Our conversations are filled with wonderful purpose. Enlightening and contemplative.

Bean're is the mayor of everywhere he goes. He is the host of the moment and loves to usher folks into a memorial experience, even if it's as small as grabbing a coffee at the deli. He would make sure you had a great life moment. Bean're is about the moment. I recommend that when you see that bright smile and crazy fun Charlie One Horse top hat you introduce yourself to the one and only Bean're. He doesn't know a stranger.

LIBERTY LET'S ROLL!

2008-09-02T11:28:00.005-06:00

What a vision...pure freedom...pure Liberty. My ICON...the Statue of Liberty in a KICKSTART YOUR LIFE! stand. Tigerlily, the symbol of RIDE FREE, BE TRUE TO YOURSELF.

Me, happy and enlightened surrounded by angelic energy whilst making merry, merrily rolling along South Dakota's spiritual vortex: The Black Hills and its prairie lands.

Here in the photo BELOW is the lovely Irene Deeley, artist of the Liberty Let's Roll statue! Please visit: http://libertyletsroll.com to learn more about this fantastic Goddess Artist.

Kidnapped by a rock band to Sturgis.

2008-08-19T07:56:00.048-06:00

Kidnapped to Sturgis by the Jasmine Cain Band

As you all know, I always ride my motorcycle, Tigerlily, a chopped out 1999 Harley-Davidson Sportster, to Sturgis, South Dakota for my annual wild west cruise.

This year, whilst preparing for the journey from Nashville, up drove rocker Jasmine Cain and her guitar player Jeffro who sequestered Tigerlily, threw her into their gear trailer and then hijacked my ass into the Ford Explorer, and west ward ho we were bound.

It was a straight drive-through, all of us pumped up no sleep with huge amounts of Pilot Travel Center's undeniably and steamy intense energy coffee. We were no doubt wired. My kidnappers wanted to see just how much coffee I could drink because they were placing bets about how fast each one could make my heart race!

Because they stole me so unexpectedly, you will see me in my hippy moo-moo dress, without makeup and with my eyeglasses on....unshowered. Yes, I was kidnapped right before I was to get all bada$$ primped and therefore ready to mount my chrome steed and gallop west.

(Besides being kidnapped by a rock n roll band and forced to sit in the passenger seat of an SUV enroute to the world's largest motorcycle rally with my motorcycle locked away in a trailer PURE TORTURE!!!! OMG, these videos are a rare glimpse into the unkept, schlep at home look -- however, I did wear fabulous shoes.)

THE FACTS: The captors

Jasmine Cain Beeeech. A notorious head-banging rocker chick and NO patience aka Pixie with an Axe

Jeffro Bo Dean a guitar slashin fool aka SLASHER

The captured Sasha aka Chrome Cowgirl.

Miss Tigerlily, Sasha's beloved Harley-Davidson hidden in the captor's gear trailer.

So without delay, let me share with you below some random video secretly captured about our journey to Sturgis.

VIDEO 1 - about the kidnappers. see me delirious from too much coffee. I'm forced to speak about the good time I'm having... what do they want from me? !!!

VIDEO 2 more about the kidnappers. . .she's the diva kidnapper. oh, and they made me wear 7" stilletto heels so that I couldn't run fast.

VIDEO 3 trying to catch some wind! i can't take it anymore as we speed down interstate 90, past the Badlands, without my trusty motorcycle roaring between my legs! I try to escape but they pumped me with so much caffine and Jeffro keeps threatening cruel tickle sessions; just the anticipation of another tickle attack makes me convulse in laughter! Those who are feverishly tickelish know what I'm talking about!

VIDEO 4 the kidnappers owning the road by scaring drive-by folks. An example of "owning the road," by Jasmine Cain - beeeeatch.

VIDEO 5 skillful kiddie carousel riders at Wall Drug. Or maybe not. I try to make light of an insane situation....this is just how bad I need to ride...you see how I'll ride anything at this point so I hop on a kiddy ride with the two kidnappers. Jeffro had to get off of it tho, 'cause the ride wouldn't move bein he's such a strappin' lad.

VIDEO 6 the kidnappers testing my skill at water spout trials. I know I won this...but I had to let the kidnapping diva Jasmine win or else who knows what she'd do with sweet Tigerlily!

VIDEO 7 the kidnappers try their hands at some games. they ain't so lucky as they think! I withheld my lucky charms. Then, a little babe barters and diva kidnapper girl gets what she wants in the end while Jeffro Bo Dean tries to prove his might.

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VIDEO 8 JC breaks a boy's charm just because she can, and then wraps him up in pink...hear the tale he has to tell to avoid being kidnapped and turned into a rock n roll stage slave.

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VIDEO 9 Victory as the rock star kidnappers are tortured with shockingly out of tune instruments and left utterly confused. I flee whilst their ears melt. And away I go!

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See below the ransom photo: FOLKS, I NEVER DID FIND OUT WHAT THE RANSOM WAS! Jeffro had a hard sharp object pointed in my lower back. I never did find out if that thang was loaded or not. He said to me while we took the photo, "Look happy, don't move, or else it'll be a double banger!"

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photo captions

1. the "look happy" photo by order of Jeffro . . .

2. i think about how to run, while the kidnappers decide what to do with me . . .

3. here I am making a MAD dash out the photo booth curtain . . .

4. then i'm yanked back and forced into a sing-along led by Jeffro Bo Dean crooning "I Am IRON MAN". . .

http://picasaweb.google.com/chromecowgirl/Sturgis08# - see a pictorial about STURGIS 2008!!!

Sturgis Rally Kicks it into High Gear!

2008-08-03T07:10:00.003-06:00

The bikes are pouring into town. The sound is that of coming home to me. I'm here with my Sturgis family. There are probably about 40 of us. Maybe more. Folks keep showing up in the backyard that I haven't seen in awhile.

I don't see where the gas prices have affected anyone because there are huge RVs with trailers in tow sailing through town. Maybe everyone cut back all year on all the cool things they usually would do to afford to be "home" at Sturgis.

There are so many more girls on bikes. The Rat's Hole crew told me this year at one of their events more women got trophies then men. Wow. This is the year for women in motorcycles. We're finally being recognized as the fastest growing marketplace. The vendors have tons more product for girl riders. I remember when there was only a handful of fun things available for the girl rider. And that was only a short time ago.

It's exciting, that's for sure. The last few days I've been preparing for filming which begins Monday. Today I'm going to do a few hours of riding before it's time to launch the film project. There has been some extraordinary spiritual things that happened since last Tuesday when I arrived. More on that in another post. Right now, I need to get a coffee at the Sturgis coffee shop.

Peace, love and rock that throttle!
-S

Freespirit unleashed....

2008-07-27T08:54:00.002-06:00

Yes, it's that time of the year to unleash my freespirit on the road to Sturgis. This year is going to be some real fun. I'm filming for TWO projects. More on this later.

It'll be great to see my "family" out there. The freespirit unleashed is able to make deep friendships with folks that share a common bond: an insatiable love for the open road and all things two or three wheeled. Yes, this deep bond makes for everlasting family-style friendships.

I will be blogging about my experience along the way, and making my own little Flip video film footage for your entertainment.

Tomorrow Jasmine Cain, Jeffro, and me are caravaning up to South Dakota. Jasmine hails from cattle ranch land up there. She and I are going to ride horses on her family property, too. I don't think I'll get much time for music fun because filming is going to be fairly demanding on my time, but no matter...it'll be great.

I'm going to bring along my CD with the latest single Ridelicious which is being mixed and mastered over the next two weeks. Finally! It will then be debuted to the world after the book is released which is now on August 18th, not the 15th. Maybe Jasmine will play Ridelicious as her call to stage song....wink!

The last month has been tough. I've been grieving my daddy Poppi so hard core...it's been really a deeply moving experience. I don't care how spiritual one is, how quiet and centered you can make your soul, when a parent who you adore departs in physical form and then you finally realize it, holy cow. Tsunami of emotions and tears. Poppi departed in April...and all this time I had been stoic, not wanting to experience that huge wave that lay waiting behind my eyeballs. A nice pastor said that as soon as I felt it was time, to let it go. My Godmother also encouraged me to feel everything, go through it and don't fear.

So it took all this time. I wasn't ready. Couldn't face it and wanted to deal with it by not dealing with it. And then finally, last week, BANG! In the middle of the book store, the freespirit was unleashed and I began sobbing my soul to the point of turning inside out. I fled the store came home and collapsed into a heap. This lasted a long long long time. Then I fueled the flames more by looking at photos, reading Poppi's writing, all those kinds of soulful things...dang! Then these feelings led to me missing my family on supersonic levels. I pine to go back home to New York to be with every family member, be with my everlasting NYC friends who always have a comforting word accompanied by good food and dessert. You see, to reach out to the family meant to deal with the deep-seated grief that lay waiting to be released. Too much!

Until now.

I feel more peaceful than before, indeed. But there's always another wave to wash over me hanging in the background. Especially whilst trying to plan some sort of wedding. No Poppi in physical form to walk me across the patio in my backyard. No Poppi to physically waltz me around the patio to some sort of daddy's girl country ballad. Yes, he'll be there in spirit.... sigh, okay. There's no date set as of this time. Maybe soon.

This ride to Sturgis will be good. Contemplative and fun. Wall Drug hilarity. Badlands intensity. Black Hills spirituality. The freespirit unleashed to BE.

Having finally faced the initial tsunami of grief that had slowly risen over the last few months was a measure of letting go so Poppi's freespirit can equally be unleashed.

Don't ask why. Just Ride.

2008-07-17T14:13:00.003-06:00

Don't ask why. Just ride. You don't have to have a reason to ride. You just get on the bike and wander around. Sink deep into your saddle and chillax.

Riding doesn't require a reason. It's a passion. It's a yearning...a longing in the soul to be out there. To connect with the adventure. The moment that has no "have to do" attached to it.

You don't need a reason to ride. You do it because you just must. It's a craving that is pulsing in your blood stream. Beats your heart.

Movement is part of the life of a rider. To move through....to experience.

Sturgis is around the corner. Bear Butte is standing tall and proud sweeping and swirling the clouds. Riders will be arriving soon.

Feel the spirit of the ride. Don't ask why. Enjoy the mystery.

August 15th Book Release

2008-06-25T08:07:00.002-06:00

Hello beautiful readers.

The launch date for my second book is August 15th. Chrome Cowgirl's Guide to the Motorcycle Life. It is not at all what you expect. This is not an instruction guide. It is not a how-to guide. It is an inspirational, quirky, fun, humorous look at the motorcycle life as it applies to living a wide open, full throttle, premium fuel life.

When I get the press release and new cover, I'll post it here. There will be an accompanying website for the book and the vision of the entire Chrome Cowgirl concept, which you will find highly entertaining, indeed! It will bring you lots of laughs and take you down the road of deep contemplation. Always good to trot that path.

Love and s'miles,
Sasha

Jasmine Cain Band featured in Easyriders Magazine!

2008-05-16T07:34:00.005-06:00

According to the article in this month's Easyriders, Jasmine Cain is known as the Pixie with an Axe. I agree. She plays killer bass and is a powerful singer and songwriter. Commanding the stage with sweet ferocity, she's been playing the major motorcycle rallies for years performing for several tens of thousands of people at any one rally and is finally getting tremendous recognition! I met her years ago and seeing her evolve into a superstar level artist is so exciting.

She has dearly earned this, putting her heart and soul into everything she does for her music. The road has been extremely long and filled with challenges that would make even the most accomplished musician want to hang it all up. Not Jasmine. She toughs it out because music is the oil that runs in her veins and she loves performing for any type of gear head audience, especially for the bikers.

Performing her stunning originals in a manner of stadium quality-showstopping entertainment, she's a walking library of great rock cover songs including country. High energy! She can play for four hours straight with only a quick 15 minute pee break, and this is NO easy task. Her stamina definitely comes from being a rancher's daughter and keeping up with the demands of tending to the farm, so, yes, she is areal cowgirl from the Wild West. She rides horses and dirt bikes.

You can't take your eyes off of this marvelous and eccentric-looking band. Jasmine Cain is an artist who has truly honed her craft on the road playing every style, with all kinds of bands, until she formed her own group. Jasmine Cain Band has also opened for a few national headliners. Her music is along the lines of Nickleback meets Evanescence.... if I was working in the record business again, I would sign her on the spot. She's one of the hardest working artists I've ever met and a TOUGH business woman too. A record label's DREAM artist.

Her second release is "Locks & Keys" which she co-everything'd and with pockets turned inside-out - foot the bill. A powerhouse collection of ballads and high octane rock, the album draws you in and you just can't let go of the listening experience, because her captivating style won't let you! Her first release "The Inside"received amazing reviews and she sold plenty at her shows and online.

Though Jasmine lives in Nashville, she's a native South Dakota girl born in Sturgis! When she's home here in Tennessee, you just might see her rollerskating down the honky tonkin streets of Lower Broadway, carrying her Warwick bass, her long purple, blonde and black locks blowing in the breeze. Yeah, she'll perform in rollerskates, too, when the mood strikes. Jasmine laughs all the time and loves to make an entrance. We have a super time together because we both love music and we're silly about everything having to do with the motorcycle lifestyle.

Oh, and another thing, here's a girl who, on her own, last minute booked The Whiskey and The Viper Room in L.A. all in one night and so impressed the booking folks that they told her she can come back anytime! That's a rockin' feat! She revs up the wildchild freespirit in everyone so life feels like a good time and an easyride! Biker chicks ROCK!

Go get the June Easyrider magazine and read the fabulous article about her. Oh, and it's the 420 issue, that is, the 420th issue. A must!We roarrred over that! However neither one of us partakes in the herbalessence. You can also read the article in the PG version V-Twin magazine. Yes, the article is written in such poetic language and in ol skool rockin' roll voice that it would make a great cover piece in Rolling Stone mag, too! Beautiful feature. It'll take you higher.

www.myspace.com/jasminecain - listen and watch some videos. Don't expect inflated myspace numbers. She doesn't "mine" for myspace fans. She doesn't hard sell anybody, she only wins everybody's attention. Haha! And she loves to make friends so stop by her myspace or at a concert and reach out.

Wide Open 'Til You See God Then Break.

2008-05-09T07:45:00.004-06:00

I found a helmet sticker that reads: Wide Open 'Til You See God Then Break.

It applies to life in so many ways.

I like to live my life wide open which I do here on this blog. It's gotten me into trouble over the last few months. People don't like to hear the truth. They expect you to be quiet and say nothing. If you speak up, it's uncomfortable for others to take. So, they tune you out. They don't listen. And you feel unheard.

So you decide to contemplate aloud some things. Which is why writers are an unusual breed. We write what we feel, what we think. Some people love it; some do not like it at all.

Truth is knowing. That's all it is. Expressing oneself is about being bold. When you see something in writing it's vivid, alive, intense....undeniable. It can be read and re-read; it can be misinterpreted like anything can because we all live with colored filters over our eyes, our minds, our hearts. We live through the lense of judgement. We live through the lense of ego.

I do, so do you. I work to not live that way, to examine the way in which I live and breathe. But one thing for sure is. I like to speak up. If I hit a nerve, good or bad -- that's an opportunity for growth in you

and in me.

When will I break here on earth, while living wide open? I'll get my break when I die or when I need to take another direction in life.

Riding a motorcycle is about living wide open. I got nothing to hide. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And YOU?

Sure there are some things that are utterly personal, you don't share. They belong between YOU and GOD; and then there are things that belong outward....to be shared as lessons, longing, and contemplation.

Think about all those put to death for speaking, for thinking, for contemplating. Especially those that speak about injustices, or heartache, all those who communicate aloud for all the world to know....

Many have been silenced.

But the written word....is testimony. Oh you can burn the written word so it'll never exist again. But it did exist. Just like the words spoken.

We say things we didn't mean, or we say things in a manner which was communicated through a pain-body like the way Eckart Tolle will describes; we communicate things through a pivotal emotional point or while in a life transformation. We are a people. Human beings....being in life.

Compassion has gone out the window in many situations which leads to such disharmony. Compassion...to love, to be concerned, to understand, to take the time to go deeper. Are you too deep for shallow waters?

Shallow waters. This was a sermon I heard at Mt. Zion church in Nashville. My Poppi was way too deep for shallow waters. He was a man of little words. When he spoke, however, it was important and moving. Thought provoking. Oh we didn't see eye to eye on everything, no, of course not. But his words moved me. Poppi wasn't a bold speaker, he didn't have to be opinionated. He didn't much care what other people thought anyway, therefore, he didn't care to have the last word. To be right.

Deep waters is searching. Some of us, though, like to contemplate aloud. Like to share thoughts and be bold and vulnerable -- living wide open, 'till God says SHUT UP. Then you brake, and consider things.

But, maybe when it's time to BREAK...it means to take a break. Be quiet. Go into the shell of healing. Go into the shell of letting go. Go into the peace of mind zone. Go into the place where you abandon all you know and you say, go ahead God, do what you will with this wild child....this one who lives wide open, wondering and contemplating, and all for it gets into trouble for speaking aloud.

I enjoy sharing with you in my blog, but my friends, I've had some rough situations occur because of me being so forward herein. I want you to know. There are people that do not like when I speak aloud about things of injustice; about life experiences that are hurtful and thus I expose the healing journey of Sasha.

I can only say that, I'm living my life, and these are my experiences with my life. That's what Down the Road a Peace is about. Going down my road....albiet with PEACE in mind and heart; but things are not always PEACEFUL. Sometimes, it feels like PIECEFILLED. Or PIECEMEAL. And rather have it be PEACEMEAL.

I'm wondering aloud about my life and experiences here for all the world to read because I seek answers, I seek your stories and experiences to be shared with me.

Because I want to share with you. There's tremendous love out there. We're all connected. We're all one. I care about you so very much.

Sometimes, I've spoken up about things to particular people of subject, and have not been heard. So, I speak from the rooftop and then I'm heard.

Whispering does no good sometimes. There's no secrets, really. At the same time something is hidden it's revealed too. It exists because it happened.

I can't apologize for my blog. It is what it is. Just me speaking. Just my thoughts, and you don't have to care. If anything I've written offends you, or reveals something that you've been involved with that wasn't particularily agreeable with me, or you have an entirely different opinion of it, well, I can have my opinion of it, too. After all, it is my opinion and you can just tune me out.

So, why do I have to post certain things in my blog?

Because I want to. Sure there are issues that are confidential and I find it a wonderful beauty that folks have taken me into confidence to discuss their lives. It's an honor to keep those words and thoughts between you, me and GOD. Because that is where it belongs. It doesn't get posted here and never will. But there are some things that are my own personal experiences with living my life that I post here that directly affect my wellbeing. And I contemplate aloud about it...because I want to and maybe because I need to...

Yes, there are the things that I want to contemplate outloud. Wonder about. Those things I've touched upon here, well, right now many of those things have to do with losing my father to Leukemia. This tragedy has totally altered my life right now. It's only been four weeks. In those four weeks I can count on my one hand how many times I bawled about it. I should have used up all my fingers and toes about a dozen times over counting. I should have lost count by now. But, the enormity of this reality is so overwhelming, so frightening to me, that I cannot go there. I cannot think him too much. I can't look at his photos too much. I'll collapse in grief and be a total hermit for months. I know this about me. So, I am aggresively fighting the grieving process. Without my Poppi, my colorful crayon world feels like it has melted into a puddle of hard wax, and I'm left with charcol to draw my world. This is my spiritual journey at maximum overdrive. I need to go for grief counseling now. In fact, I should make that call today.

With regards to the artists of the world. Well, the victim thing happens all the time to artists and this is something I feel strongly about, so I therefore write about it from time to time. I want to help other artists feel strong and powerful. I've been through all the phases of being an artist. It hasn't been pretty. And at other times it's been the greatest high ever.

Most artists have tragic stories to tell because their passions run deep; their passions to create incredible works of art is how they breathe. We live so painfully wide open in life because we are creators of works of arts that move YOU. Your soul is inspired and understood through art. So, us artists have to have thick skin to heal from the bruises of being kicked as puppies by big corporate dogs who lord over our art taking enormous percentages of our income, for the bittersweet opportunity of getting our art heard and respected. We put up with so much that most people know nothing about. And we don't want you to know most times because we want you to enjoy our art work and not get tangled in the bully web that we had to endure to get our work out to the world.

Talk about warrior souls, sit with an artist from any discipline of art and listen to their stories. Especially the stories of the artist with no family support whatsoever who have had to painfully carve an existence out of nothing at such young ages and under insanely challenging emotional circumstances. And that my friend, is the subject of some of the most moving pieces of art in all disciplines the world over... The artist can find the beauty in the pain.

At the same time, I've written about very enlightening topics, very inspiring and moving words I have shared with you here. How in the world do I know these things and can communicate them in a way that receives extraordinary response to a particular blog? It's the higher self. These words come from a higher power and so I share them....like in a writing trance. At the same time, I'm moved to share the human experiences and how I might be struggling with dealing with something as a human, from the spiritual perspective, because I'm not entirely aligned with the super higher self -- so therefore, I'm at a loss, say, and lack wisdom, so I wonder aloud to receive the pretty grace of being filled up by receiving the insight from YOU who may be an angel in disguise. Oh, the fragility of the human experience can surely, no doubt, shadow the lovely divine presence at times.

The last two months, I have been extremely fragile.

And that is how we learn. That is how we love, by moving through things. I move through things on this blog. I expose my vulnerability as merely a little spirit having this human experience.

Sometimes I get it right; sometimes I don't in the eyes of the world and their limited perspectives.

My motive is certainly not to offend anyone...but simply to share my human feelings, my thoughts...and any divine movement in my life. And pray, that I can also share a perfect balance of body, mind and soul in total perfect alignment with all things divine.

But, you know what?

Like YOU. . .

I sometimes just don't get it right, according to being more spiritual, more intellectual, mo' better than the lower registers of existence.

And so, like YOU. . .

I try again.

And again.

So, my moment right now, because, of course, the goal is to totally live in the moment and not in the past or in the future....but in the perfection of just being in the moment -- therefore, my moment right now is to tell you all that: I hear you. And I want to hear from you. I want to know you about you. I care about your voice and your thoughts and how you live. You're awesome. Every single one of you. We are all ONE. And you are Precious. See me as Precious and a child of GOD who wonders, too.

You can be wide open with me. Maybe you will see God. And take a break in life, thereby changing direction or rejuvenating and moving forward again.

I see God in you, and therefore I break so that I can be perfectly still with YOU.

With love and sympathy, in symphony with all that is living.

Unexpected Blessings

2008-05-02T06:07:00.004-06:00

Unexpected blessings happen.

They appear. Most unexpectedly.

They can appear when your heart is so broken, into bits. You feel lost. You're empty.

And then, like a rose appearing in the desert...there is a bloom. A blessing.

You look around like, Holy cow, how did this get here? You may get suspicious. Impossible, you think.

But it is possible. Unexpected blessings are highly probably, too.

Lord, bless me with the blessings you have in store for me and remove from me the nonblessings that'll curb me from living maximum overdrive for YOUR WILL. All things are abundant in YOU.

There are unexpected blessings coming because that's our divine birthright and let's pray for the reduction of ego and the gift of awareness to welcome the opportunities.

Good news: My book cover is changing - thanks to GOD working through my mighty editor and my kevetching - and the cover will now be far better than I could have imagined, too....

xoS

Brenda Fox...

2008-05-01T10:08:00.005-06:00

Hey check out this foxy windsister: http://www.womenmotorcyclist.com/

She's an icon in the industry and she's had some health challenges, folks. She's a true example of an EPIC biker chick she is rising above the challenges, though, needs love from the 'hood.

Please show her some love and support because she's given LOADS of love and support to the industry and culture at large. Her medical bills are mounting and of course the way this country treats those with intense medical needs, finances are extremely stressed for her. http://www.brendafox.net/

Send her love letters at her website and if you can a donation maybe.

Send her mail letters, donations are graciously accepted as well at: http://www.cyrilhuzeblog.com/2008/04/28/please-help-brenda-fox/ - read about it there.

We are a big family filled with big heart and love for one another! Check this cool chick out and ALL that she's done for the industry and culture.

Love to all!

Sasha

Biker Chicks Kick A$$ xo

2008-04-29T09:53:00.002-06:00

I'm encouraged. Yes, I was reminded that biker chicks are strong and we kick butt. We ride the sky of strength. We are stardust. We are golden.

So, wait 'til you hear my new song Ridelicious. Last night I stayed up 'til wee early am hours mixing and doing percussion work and loops. My goal is to make a 7 minute club version of the tune next. There will be two versions.

The brotherhood and sisterhood is pumping me with loving energy. I'm aglow with ONE love from all of you. I hope I do the same for you....I know that is my purpose in life, to inspire, to encourage, to be.

We biker chicks kick a$$. Let us rise above and lift our wings and ride, as the chicks from Detroit say.

Thank you, my loving motorcycle family - for your words of encouragement and for your loving light. You have uplifted this sister's heart and made merry with my soul.

Peace, Love, and ROAMance,
Sasha

Making Peace....a lesson in crocheting love.

2008-04-28T10:13:00.004-06:00

Now, I am making peace with this odd moment in my life. This bazaar month of April.

Making way for some deep soul work and healing now while I grieve my daddy.

I have written a long, personal journal about this month of April. It is now a short story that I will publish maybe next year.

Last night I had a deep conversation with my beautiful Godmother, Yeshoda, who owns a spiritual growth school in Florida. It was a breakthrough. You see, she and I really do not know one another that well. But we do on a soulful level as it turns out.

Last night, I just freakin' sobbed my eyes out over the enormous emotions I was feeling at the loss of my daddy; I had to forgive myself for being so blind with desire, at the stupid loss of income and money and time spent trying to do something awesome for my beloved motorcycle life through a contest that just wasn't worth it; I just have to be and feel all the emotions that are all tangled up right now instead of being stoic and holding back.

Yes, so last night I screamed on the river bank here in Nashville into my hands I let flow all the loss, the craving for my daddi Poppi, the anger I feel at myself, all of it...but there is more...there is more to this grieving process than I could ever imagine.

Grieving is the art of everything you feel in your little painbody rushing at you at once, all tangled up in the spirit of the loved one who is watching from the otherside encouraging you to be a better person, sit tall in the saddle of your life, abandon all the things that tear you from your center, your truth. They become your guardians to encourage you to evolve, bust through the membrane of fear, falsehood, and away from those dark characters and situations that do nothing but tear you down and keep you from your evolution and betterment.

I'm on a mission now. Today, I'm working on my book edits which are just so overwhelming, but I'm approaching it slowly and purposefully, like an artist may correct a canvas. This book is so important to me even though it may be just a git-er-done product to the publisher. It's my works, a legacy that I leave behind for all the world to enjoy...through which to be inspired.

Today, I'm working on my music...because it's the place where I can be wild and free like on my motorcycle...jam out and be a rock star and dream.

Today, I'm back on my cleanse program, cleansing all the toxins out of my body and fasting. Releasing the toxins from bitter foods and bitter experience -- freeing my body to experience deep JOY once again through good vibrations.

Yes, my friends, I take you with me on the healing journey -- but you be on your journey too. I will be your example that you too can barrel through the adversity to evolve as a higher spirit and wilder human.

Love,
Sasha

All in Good Time.

2008-04-27T06:16:00.011-06:00

I think "All in Good Time" is going to be the name of my next song. This is what was blessed upon my heart this morning. What does it mean?

Let's take the word ALL - it suggests the sum or total, entirety

IN - inside of something, within

GOOD - positive, right, uplifting

TIME - the moment where preparation meets opportunity.

Our moments if we stick to our goals, to our purpose are fulfilled no matter where we are in our journey. As long as we are on OUR roads. The roads we own. OUR own paths.

These past few weeks I feel ripped from my center. Totally shaken up. Losing my Father is something I just can't seem to grasp no matter how much spiritual perspective I wash over this reality. It's my daddy and he's no longer on Earth. It's my daddy and he won't be walking me down the aisle for my hitch day. I know, I know, he'll be there in spirit. But, it's not the same as seeing my smiling Daddy Poppi standing there with his white hair all slicked back and beard and mustache meticulously groomed proudly in arm with his wildest child in the white, stripper-look meets flower-child, bridal gown, with all the family and friends surrounding me.

This I cannot seem to process. I cannot have a first dance with my Poppi, to the song that I would write for the occassion. God, my heart. It's just breaking and I need to be very strong and whole. It's like there's this gigantic ocean of emotions hanging out just behind my eyeballs and if I think too long about it, or look at photos of Poppi, I'll burst. So, for now, I cannot do either. It's overwhelming indeed. It looks like, I'm not grieving very well. Your probably right. My neighbor, Iva, printed out some how-to information because I was beginning to feel like a crack addict with no crack -- nervous, jumpy, combing my hand over my head, feeling my face, pacing, mood swingin' - a mess. Because I'm holding back this wave. I can't bear it, therefore I can't write too much about my Pa. "Pa" was the name I called him for a spell when I was little, because that's what Laura Ingalls on Little House on the Prairie called her daddy. I even made this ridiculous bonnet for myself on my mother's sewing machine and would follow my "Pa" around and do "chores."

Anyway, my beautiful friends and family, I'll take you all along for the planning of this biker/musician wedding affair that will be like a Renaissance festival meets Billy Idol white wedding. I don't know when I shall start the planning. I'd like the wedding for September. It will be in the backyard here at the Lassiter ROCKS homestead. Yes, All in Good Time.

[stuff about my book challenges removed. it all worked out excellent. the publisher is honey to my soul - he understands respect for the artist.]

Another event I must overcome is the super oddity of this creepy Miss Sturgis contest that I put so much time and effort into. It proved to be just another commerical act in our precious motorcycle lifestyle that chips away at authenticity. This time it was a slap in the face to female riders and rally go-ers, especially me who invested time and knowledge to benefit the contest committee, encouraging them with new ideas, answering their questions, helping to establish a platform to make their contest an authentic avenue for the motorcycle industry sponsors seeking outlets through which to promote their product to the vast Sturgis audience. The contest would be a viable contender in the business, and it would be a marvelous example of truth in beauty = beauty in motion: the female motorcycle enthusiast and rider who is a Sturgis Motorcycle Rally attendee.

Amazing that the female motorcycle rider population is the FASTEST growing market in the industry and we are totally underserviced in the advertising arena. I mean, WE ride, we attend rallies, WE purchase motorcycles, parts, accessories. More and more women are customizing, learning to build, pick up a welding torch, it's a burgeoning and exciting market! We LOVE riding as much as our windbrother!

The female motorcycle rider has very little opportunity in the mass advertising, mass visual, to promote the sisterhood, afterall it's only recently that we began getting cool riding attire specifically suited for female riders, made by women who know what to design. It's only recent that these garments are being so heavily promoted, and thus purchased by the female ridership at large. How strange. Women have been riding since motorcycle were invented, and still, it we are considered newcomers to the lifestyle in the eyes of corporate giants. We are considered fringe minorities, which is so ridiculous. We are ignored and not considered sexy enough, sassy enough, hot enough; so the corporate giants recruit booty call girls to pose or random celebrities and teach 'em to ride in order to represent the femme fatale prowess roarrring. There is NOTHING more sexier than a real female motorcycle rider blasting along the road or the race track on her own motorcycle, truly living and breathing the lifestyle as an extension of her femininity. Rock that! Steady as she rolls! You can't manufacture HER truth, HER reality in a POSER who doesn't CARE except for HOW the IMAGE will promote her personal endeavors that have nothing to do with enjoying the ride and being a member of the 'hood!

However, it's time, high time, that the female motorcycle rider be able to receive opportunities that are usually reserved for the booty call girls who adopt the image of the rider but have no affinity to the sisterhood. It's time for sexy female motorcycle riders, who truly walk the walk and talk the talk to have a chance at opportunity and avenues to promote their works of art, their businesses, their presentations through speaking engagements -- at major motorcycle rallies and events.

It'd be interesting if the situation were changed. Sexy, Chippendale dudes as the voice of the motorcycle world, posing on the bikes, but they really didn't ride and had never been to rally. Sort of like a fake Marlboro Man, a fake sexy cowboy who pretends to ride and rope...but all he can do is sit in the saddle, clutch the rope, and hope to GOD the horse doesn't decide to run free.

Yeah, these poser dudes would get all the opportunity that the real Chrome Cowboys should be receiving. Advertising, speaking engagements, appearances, the fabulous opportunity to share their passion for riding and the rallies with the huge, loyal ridership - it would all go to the poser boy; and the real builder, the real rally-riding cowboy, the real enthusiast of the lifestyle who sees riding as an extension of his soul would have to sift through this mockery, see through the poser on the product, to relate to the marketing message.

The real Chrome Cowboy would once again be deprived of an opportunity to share his deep affection for riding and all things motorcycles, with the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood, because the poser would assume that role which would be of great benefit to ONLY the poser because that poser has no relationship whatsoever with the reality of the lifestyle or business and can only pretend what they know, and use the opportunity to drape themselves upon a cool bike to show affinity "look at me!" --- and/or take a crash course in the culture like an outside journalist does a quick study in order to try to speak intellegently about a group of wild chrome cowboys and cowgirls. And all they would do is speak in buzz words and canned terms like talking heads, but they would be talking bodies...aliens once again invading the precious culture.

The rally attendance numbers are down, Harley-Davidson is laying off 700 employees because of their sales losses, and you know what will happen? What happened years ago, and in cycles, the real rider, the loyal windbrother and windsister, will yet again rescue the market at large, because we are dedicated, loyal and deeply passionate about motorcycles and the lifestyle--- it is in our blood, our hearts, our minds and souls...every freakin' second of our lives. It's not just a trend to us; it's not just a phase we go through. We live and breathe the lifestyle. When will the big boys in the corporate world get it? Because of the authentic and genuine members of this culture, including the notorious clubs, all of us, --- we have something the masses want....a walk on the wild side of being true to oneself, and riding your own road, born to be....free to be...a celebration of the core individual, and the truth of human relationship through "family extenstion" through the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood. And it would all go back to, if I have to explain you wouldn't understand. And those that DON'T understand, and COP the image to be cool, will fall away just like a lie is swallowed up by the truth, which is always looming in the shadow of the lie -- to give LIGHT to the real deal.

And these opportunities are ALL IN GOOD TIME. GOOD TIME. Folks, I believe that NOW is the time for the female motorcycle rider to shine, and silouette the great sunrise as she rides into the vast horizon of opportunity that belongs to you, me, and the sisterhood at large. I believe NOW is the time where the windbrotherhood and windsisterhood will save the rally and bring truth therefore kicking out all lies, exposing rip-offs, crushing greed, tossing away everything false -- to the CURB, and then with all this trash off of our roadways, we can smoothly ride as easy rider wanderlusts along the ribbon of truth again and have fun.

All In Good Time, my friends and family.

with love and opportunity,

Sasha xo

photo by Bob Davis who is a publisher for Sturgis Rally News; a fellow Sturgis rally lover and resident who knows truth. Hey Bob, no matter what happened with this contest, you captured my joy for all things motorcycles and Sturgis in these photos and I'm eternally grateful. Too bad I wasn't photogenic enough to qualify for the title. www.sturgisbikeweek.com

Miss Sturgis.

2008-04-21T12:01:00.077-06:00

Photo by Bob Davis, Sturgis Bike Week, for the Girls of Sturgis Bike Week. http://www.sturgisbikeweek.com/

THIS BLOG ENTRY HAS BEEN UPDATED MANY TIMES AS I GO THROUGH THE DEEP MOVEMENT OF UNDERSTANDING. . . My final comment, 4/28/08

To everyone who supported my entry into Miss Sturgis. I thank you.

And here was the blog that I wrote last week....I have finally laid this strange experience to rest.

The real girl motorcycle rider who loves the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally, lives and breathes and works motorcycles...who got the most comments and love from our beautiful motorcycle culture, did not qualify in the eyes of the committee for the role of Miss Sturgis.

Miss Rachel Reilly, a spokes model from Las Vegas with several contests under her belt, is your new Miss Sturgis 2008. She was selected by the official Sturgis Bike Week Committee representing Glencoe Nation, Lehman Trikes, 93.1 radio and X-Rock radio. She doesn't ride, has never been to Sturgis before, nor is she familiar with the motorcycle culture. But she's the right "package" according to the judges.

With all due respect to the local girls of South Dakota who entered the Miss Sturgis contest and did not make it into the finals, I hereby sponsor my position in the Girls of Sturgis to a local girl, in order to give her opportunities to pursue her goals.

As if turns out, the contest was and is for spokesmodels, after all, and I am not one - my motive was from the angle of ambassadorship, (peace, love, rally and ride), which was incongruent with the committee. Here's what I was told: "People who emphasized how much they wanted to bring attention to the bike shows and do promotions to bring people out to Sturgis ranked higher than those who didn't show that same enthusiasm. Like you said a long time ago, you may be trying to make the position into something it's not." Yeah, well, I guess my ambition to make this title about real riders and the real rally experience in its entirety, the legacy and heritage, remembering Miss Pearl, and promote ALL the cool aspects about the greatest rally in the world didn't match their qualifications. Oh, and the fact that I'm a motorcycle journalist who writes about all things motorcycles and events and was wrapping up an article for a national publication which raved about the Sturgis Bike Week events, didn't count as promoting Sturgis and bringing people out to the bike shows. What about the fact that I had the industry supporting my entry, because I marketed the heck out of their contest to all kinds of great word-of-mouth outlets and the motorcycle community at large?

The committee representative further clarified the qualifications for Miss Sturgis to me: "It's not just the spokes model experience that we were looking for. It was the whole package of what we needed from our perspective, what radio needed from there's and what the Miss Sturgis sponsor needed to fit their needs. . ." Um, you didn't solict for spokesmodel experience. Tho, I think I could be a great spokesperson if you're looking for authenticity. Well, you've got your package, whatever that means; radio got what they needed, a professional stringer for their remotes; and the sponsor got their professional model. And what about what the TRUTH that the real windbrother and windsister wants in their Miss Sturgis?

Come on now! Then why did ya'll promote this contest to the motorcycle forums to get more real girls who rode motorcycles, and local South Dakota radio to get local contestants? Why were you so enthused that I entered your contest and repeatedly told me so? Why would the contest rep consult with me about ideas, promotions, etc? Why was my time and energy wasted if you were looking for a pro-spokesmodel who has never been to Sturgis, nor does she ride? Though, you said that she will be given motorcycle riding lessons so that she can participate in promotions at Sturgis. There are so many wonderful beauty contests at all the rallies which are fantastic and entertaining. Hotties galor! Lots of T&A! Fabulous fun for the fellows. And a great fashion show to see new and stunning outfits for us hotties not on stage. But, the title of Miss Sturgis...I don't know...I think that should be more, sacred, well, more amazing and soulful, yet sexy and fun, too, of course.

I was so loyal to my entry. I drove about 5,500 miles all told, sleeping in truck stops to save money, to get to the Miss Sturgis committee meeting in Sturgis because we had received an e-mail that we had a better chance if we appeared in person. (this mileage includes my first attempt to make the meeting in Sturgis right after my Daddy Poppi's death from Leukemia. I drove from Dover, Delaware to Illinois and then headed south to Nashville for a few days because I was so distraught over my father's passing. I then again left for Sturgis three days later.)

We're a family of riders and rally go-ers who love to have fun. You proved it! I received about 150 comments on my contestant page (the most out of everyone and way more than the chosen candidate who had 15 comments) and tons of e-mails from folks around the world supporting my entry. I thought I had a good chance to be an ambassador and make something of this title as a real female motorcycle rider who has been going to Sturgis for over ten years, whose art and profession is in the motorcycle world. If anything, it made me realize how truly a family the motorcycle culture and business really is to want one of their own in there, representing us.

But the committee did not see our view.

Apparently, I also was not photogenic enough. "We took all things into consideration, the head shot at the interview is what we looked at for photogenic and we all take this project very seriously." – another small excerpt from the committee e-mail. Sigh...it must have been that piece of spinach stuck between my teeth : ) My up against the white wall mug shot was one where I bet I was captured in mid sentence, you know, with my mouth twisted and eyes closed because I was asking, “what is this photo for?”

They didn't want the real biker chick girl. I felt so sad about this. Did they pretend to be intriqued and highly enthused that the real female motorcycle rider authentically from the culture entered their contest? They kept telling me how happy they were that I entered? Why then? They knew why I entered and then at the end of the contest it was a mere surprise...my motive was incongruent?

How could they show enthusiasm at my hard promotional work to get lots of folks to the contest site and help them to brainstorm ideas for their big Sturgis events featuring Miss Sturgis and the Girls of Sturgis? I feel sad that it seems they didn't want the real girl motorcyclist all along, no matter what the windbrothers and windsisters wanted, but still I was loyal, my dears, and drove all the way to Sturgis to meet them, with great enthusiasm. Even while I was grieving my amazing Daddy Poppi, who I lost barely a week to the day that I arrived in South Dakota. Couldn't they have just let me grieve at home, then? I guess God turns things into opportunity for divinity, because I did get to journey up Bear Butte to honor my father's soul in his transformation to spirit...and maybe that's also wear the protection of the BEAR came to me.

"Bear symbolizes introspection and intuition blended with instinct. The Lakota Sioux call Bear “Tob Tob.” To this tribe, Bear is a symbol of wisdom. This animal reveals the interrelationship between the person within the environment of creation, personal truth within the clan and the universe. Bear helps people recognize personal truth and when to stand up for rights and when to walk away. According to Chippewa tradition, the grizzly, Mudjekeewis, is the Spirit Keeper of the West. This totem symbolizes introspection and strength and imparts inner knowledge that makes it possible for people to seek alternative paths to their goals."

Though it was fun and I had great fun ideas for the title, I took this contest seriously, too. After all, it's a role to represent the world's greatest rally from a sexy, powerful female perspective. Oh friends! I live and breath motorcycles: the lifestyle, the business, the world community of riders! The sisterhood, the brotherhood. Oil runs in my veins! Know that I worked very hard to promote this contest. Every day I was doing something for it. My efforts included: extensive marketing and promotion of the contest worldwide, helping to find sponsors, appearances on radio and podcasts and online articles and blogs about the contest. Surely that's an example that I could bring people to bike shows and Sturgis? I went for broke, literally, to try and capture this title for us, the true folks of the culture, all to represent the real rider, the real passion of the rally and love for South Dakota.

Because I received so many comments on my contestant page, e-mails from around the world, and made it into the finals on an honest effort to promote the contest and secure votes, and validate the legitimacy of the contest by speaking with many female riders and the industry about it, I thought I had a real good chance at the title. And if not the title, I'd participate in the Girls of Sturgis team to represent, but that's not what they're interested in, what I am, and I can't be a part of just a modeling thing. THIS IS STURGIS! THE SOUL OF THE RIDER…THE WILD WEST…THE PIONEER…THE FRONTIER. To me rally, riding, and the like is not something I can pose for. http://downtheroadapeace.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-sturgis-is-ms-nevada.html - to see the 154 comments.

I suppose I shouldn't have been so presumptuous to wear my heart on my sleeve about the rally and lifestyle, and should have honored the fact that the contest is for spokesmodels. Sorry, folks. I am from the street : ) I am who I am, a greazy biker chick with an insatiable love for the open road and all things motorcycles and rally. ; ) You market something like this to the actual culture, why, you will get real rider girls like me.

To be fair, I gift my Girls of Sturgis role to a local girl from Sturgis who will be able to shine and use the incredible and valuable opportunities this position will afford, to chase her modeling and spokes model dreams, through which to promote the rally, too.

Congratulations to all the Girls of Sturgis, you are so beautiful, so strong. I encourage you all to ride and live free.

To Miss Rachel Reilly: the identity of Miss Sturgis, our fine biker culture, the legacy of the rally, and the heart and sentiment of South Dakota folks is in your hands, girl, so cherish it please. You are a visitor in the motorcycle world. You've never been to Sturgis, nor do you ride. You will need to learn many things. Folks will help you to understand.

We are a windbrotherhood and windsisterhood with a passion for riding beyond words. The Girls of Sturgis who are from South Dakota are the true ambassadors to learning about their mysterious and magical home state. This was never just a contest to them or to me.

From my song Rock N Roll N Motorcycle Soul:
"Isn't that what life's about, kickin' back and hangin' out; you and me ride this land of Liberty, hittin Sturgis and we're just livin' free, oh yeah!"
Rally on!
Sasha Mullins

CHECK OUT THE LOVE for a Biker Chick:
http://downtheroadapeace.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-sturgis-is-ms-nevada.html - to see the 156 comments.

And be sure to Check Out the follow up to this Blog:
http://downtheroadapeace.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-in-good-time.html

The man of my world.

2008-04-21T08:09:00.003-06:00

My beautiful Daddy Poppi, the man of my world. I adored my father beyond measure. While I was in Sturgis due diligently interviewing for the Miss Sturgis contest, I went to the mountain, Bear Butte, to find peace, and to be with my Daddy Poppi in spirit. To leave a prayer tie for him to let him know how GOLD he is to me. Pure. Precious.

My friends and family, I am crushed to lose my friend and father. Now more than ever I'd love to just crawl into his lap and feel his beautiful father energy just sooth my soul. I know he's transferred to spirit form and it was his time to be rescued from the ravages of Leukemia that took his strapping Irish build down to my weight and stature....tiny. I traveled with the bandana that I wore on my head, the day and evening he passed. That bandana which he caressed in his frail hands and looked deep into my eyes to let me know how much he loved his wild child, before he departed.

I couldn't bear to see my Daddy Poppi in a coffin, so didn't go to the memorial. I sat quietly in my home and on the banks of the river. To see a disintegrated body laying in a wooden box would have been a nightmare for me. The only place I could make sense of this was at home visualizing his spirit surrounding me.

The comforts of my Nashville home was a place I didn't want to leave to make that journey to Sturgis. But I was loyal...loyal to my entry into that silly contest that turned out to be weird. Dedicated to those who supported my entry and the goal of being a strong ambassador for Sturgis Rally and the sponsors, girls who ride, everything awesome about our rider lifestyle. My Daddy Poppi was happy about my trying for a contest like this. It took a long time for me to hit "submitt" on that entry form. I'd never done anything like it before. It was a goal to be a breakthrough I guess, as a real girl rider and true participant of the rally lifestyle, especially since Sturgis is my very favorite. Sort of like the way the Dove commercials feature real girls instead of models. After all, that's what the Sturgis Bike Week people kept bringing up to me during the contest process, how they would like to see more real female riders enter the contest.

I kept that photo shown above of my Daddy Poppi that I took and placed in the passenger seat. I cried and held that photo the whole time. I went through all kinds of weather, snow, sleet, driving rain....to get to Sturgis. I felt protected with my photo of my father clutched against me. I spoke to God and my earth father quite a bit. I don't think I realize the full impact yet...it seems like I can just pick up the phone and call Daddy Poppi. Not so. See how the photo is cradled into the rock? That's of one of my favorite stops along the Bear Butte trail. I recommend that you hug that rock and pray about whatever comes to your heart. The rock is warm and solid. so when you feel like you may have a chill from the darkness of the world, you can feel the warmth and be enlightened. Bear Butte is not about going for an exercise climb, like one local had mentioned she loves to do....I was hoping she'd follow her motive with, and to stand atop the mountain, is to be held in the arms high, by the essence of mother earth and you are her child and she is showing her child to the world and letting the world know that you belong to her; You are a child of mother earth and father sky. The perfect location to give thanks and receive spiritual direction.

God turns strange journeys into opportunities for divine intervention. Someday, you'll know all the details. I ended up driving to Denver after the Sturgis Bike Week committee meeting to see my aunt, my father's sister. She didn't get a chance to say goodbye. We sat and looked at photos. I didn't cry....because I knew if I let one tear fall, I was done fer. I'd be totally inconsolable because I hadn't gotten to that deep cry. It was important to be strong for her. I feel it close by...it's right here with me...the tears. That deep soulful movement. I'm trying to keep control over it. I don't know for how long I can hold back the onslaught of tears I need to have... I had a bit of it after he took his last breath, I'll tell you that. I sat in my car and screamed. I drove aimlessly around Dover, DE sobbing. Then I just drove and drove and drove, thinking I'd go to Bear Butte to climb the mountain and collapse onto Mother Earth and just stay there awhile talking to God and trying to find my Daddy Poppi up there in the wind. I'd then fulfill my obligations and have that meeting while I was there. Holy Cow. I made it to LaSalle, Illinois and there was one of my very best friends, Skip, waiting for me. He took me into his home, I slept there for the night. I was in no shape for any meeting whatsoever. I was in no shape to be alone in the car driving...I needed the comfort of my sweet Tennessee homestead and all my friends and family. Then I headed South to be home, with my kitties and poodles and Patrick and my friends. I pulled into the driveway of my home and sobbed. Patrick took me into his arms and we went down to the river bank and mourned our Daddy Poppi.

On the riverbank, we found the funniest piece of drift wood that looked like a silly characature of a snail laughing. I knew Daddy Poppi put it there for Pat and I to see. He was always carving and using driftwood for his works of wood art. In fact, there were many signs that Daddy Poppi was with me. That's for sure.

I faithfully climbed back into the cadillac and made my way to Sturgis three days later, with the heavy heart. But I did it, just like a windsister would do for her windbrothers and windsisters that she loves so very dearly, follow through with the mission that would benefit our beautiful and amazing motorcycle culture and rally. I'm sorry that I did not ultimately be that ambassador for us, our love of riding, and our deep passion for the rally.

Whew. I need to be alone now, all week. I won't be writing on this blog for the week dear ones. After having traveled all that long journey, which probably was used by the Lord as a healing grace considering Daddy Poppi was also a wanderlust and loved to drive endlessly, I'm going to rest, go to the gym which I have neglected for awhile with all the stuff going on, and work on the copyedit for my new book Chrome Cowgirl which needs a great deal of careful attention.

Thanks to all my friends and family, windbrothers and windsisters for your love and encouragement. You're precious and you make the world reasonable to understand. Your love is a healing grace.

xoS

A show of LOVE to a biker chick.

2008-04-19T11:42:00.075-06:00

I love you all, my friends and family, more than you know. I sincerely apologize for not capturing that Miss Sturgis title for us. I truly thought this contest was something different, a breakthrough that would finally shine a light on authenticity. But it was just another modeling competition in the end. And there’s nothing wrong with that; just don’t bill an event as something it’s not just to attract more contestants. That’s just creepy.

As a final note, herein below I want to share with you the awesome comments that I had received on my Miss Sturgis contestant page. Many thanks to all of you who supported my entry. I so dearly wanted to win this title for YOU the real riders, the real enthusiasts of the lifestyle who have made Sturgis what it is and what’s to come!

In the precious words of Johnny Chop: "Stay Gold." Yes, I had to Stay Gold to my heart and soul and for the love of the true motorcycle lifestyle and relinquish my participation.

And, my dears, I leave you with this thought: "I the LORD search the heart and examine the mind, to reward a man according to his conduct, according to what his deeds deserve." -- Jeremiah 17:10

I was awarded truth, in the end. http://downtheroadapeace.blogspot.com/2008/04/miss-sturgis.html - read more here. But read the comments below first....just amazing and beautiful. Real, friends....REAL DEAL.

154 Comments » - From the MISS STURGIS 2008 WEBSITE, Sasha Mullins:

Such a biker chick! The ultimate road warrior in a totally female package. I love you Sasha! - Comment by Bob Babin — January 23, 2008 @ 8:35 am (employee from Sturgis Bike Week)

I agree with you that a actual biker should be Miss Sturgis, not just a model. I hope you win! - Comment by Kristin — January 25, 2008 @ 12:20 pm (employee from Sturgis Bike Week?)

Miss Sturgis, The Chrome Cowgirl !I have never seen a better candidate for Miss Sturgis ! Seriously, folks! A real honest-to-God biker lady! A Sturgis Regular for 10 years and rides her own Big Twin to Sturgis! A Singer & Songwriter who can stand up on stage, look beautiful AND talk, too! Outrageous bike and clothes.Omigod, an Author of a motorcycle book,The Chrome Cowgirl’s Guide to the Motorcycle Life.Sasha, the Chrome Cowgirl ! Making appearances atSturgis and other Biker Rallies, New Dealership Openings, New HD Model Releases like CrossBones, appear at bike promo & training events for women & any event for men, a true representativeThe Motor Company might find that you are a great emissary. You have a great look in your photo, and you could wear some leather, too. Find a custom leather for 00Leather jacket and/or chaps in colors like your boots (I LOVE those boots)! You just gotta keep wearin’ ‘em. For the Swimsuit Competition be inventive like not a bikini, maybe color leather chaps & open leather micro-jacket, ride your own bike onto the stage. Hey, Several of the other contestants look hot but none of them hold a candle to you. Good Luck from Kahuna Bud, in Virginia Comment by Kahuna Bud — January 27, 2008 @ 12:58 am

Nice picture, Sasha. Tigerlily looks a little different from the last time I saw her, too. Hope you both have fun this year and take home the blue ribbon. Love you,-Bountyman Comment by Bountyman — February 4, 2008 @ 7:09 pm

Sasha….. No one deserves the title more than you. You are the true, hot, scalding hot motorcyclist that embodies our world of riding steel horses. You are a true chrome cowgirl ( did I mention “hot”?) Sugar BearSomewhere in California Comment by Sugar Bear — February 4, 2008 @ 7:17 pm

Great pic, Sasha. G’luck in the contest. Hope you win! Comment by Avram — February 4, 2008 @ 7:28 pm

Is this really any contest?!?! Sasha wins hands down! This gorgeous lady probably rides more miles in a year than all the rest will ever see in a lifetime. She embodies the heart and soul of a real biker. Comment by Dean "D-Day" — February 4, 2008 @ 7:51 pm

the chrome cowgirl sets a new standard for biker.she is a saddle tramp and damn proud of it!i love that her fierce determination embodies what the life style is about. 400 miles and 40 grand don’t qualify as a biker. Comment by just a good old boy — February 4, 2008 @ 7:55 pm

Sista Sasha,Your the woman who does it all and deserves to win Miss Strugis 2008.Forever in the wind, ride safe & free sista !Roberta Comment by Roberta — February 4, 2008 @ 8:05 pm

Sasha is truly an ambassador to Sturgis! She is wonderful and beautiful inside and out.. She is worthy of millions of votes from brother and sister bikers from around the world! Comment by Ed Olvera — February 4, 2008 @ 9:29 pm

LOOk at YOU Sasha IF there ever was a girl best deserving and more hotter……. you got my vote………..Miss your cute hot little heart up here in lake county Comment by Johnny B — February 4, 2008 @ 9:59 pm

The only real choice in my book. If you dont know Sasha you need to get to know her true as they come, N a real biker to BOOT!! I LOVE YA BABY!! GOD BLESS RIDE FREE PANHEAD PHIL Comment by Panhead Phil — February 5, 2008 @ 2:56 am

Miss Sturgis definitely needs to be a biker hick not just another pretty face. You got my vote! Hope to see ou there, I’ll be the one on a red Fat Boy wearing leather with a couple of tats Comment by Danny in Baghdad — February 5, 2008 @ 5:40 am

You look smokin’ hot … beautiful inside and out! We miss you in New Jersey! Comment by Sasha — February 5, 2008 @ 7:07 am

From one woman who rides to another, I rode to Sturgis for the first time last year from Southern California, crossing 8 states over two weeks with two other amazing women who ride. You have my vote gold dust woman!!!Marci Comment by Marci Kap — February 5, 2008 @ 8:14 am

You’ve got my vote girlfriend! You are a dear friend and my mentor and inspiration for my riding and life. I wish we saw each other more often, but always remember I’m thinking about you. Good luck Miss Sturgis! Comment by Marilyn — February 5, 2008 @ 1:49 pm

Hey Girl!! Good luck for Miss Sturgis 2008. You got my vote. It was great seeing you at Indian Larry’s block party. Let me know when you’re coming So Cal way. After seeing your pics to vote on, I want you to have some pics of you with my bike!!! Again, good luck to you. You deserve the title!!! P.S. I agree with Sugar Bear, YOU’RE HOT!!! Comment by Frank "The Rat" — February 5, 2008 @ 4:24 pm

ride on wind sister! you’ve got my vote as always! Comment by shovelgirl66 — February 5, 2008 @ 6:49 pm

Thank You!! .. For putting yourself out there and showing that we are not all little barbie dolls. Let the passion to ride and rock n roll drives our soul as it has driven us!! Comment by Drummergirl2 — February 6, 2008 @ 12:33 pm

Yeehaw !!! Brains and Beauty - You’re the girl who has it all - The Bike - The Attitude _ The Wardrobe and the Love of the Lifestyle !!! You can representus like nobody else - Go Crome Cowgirl !You got my vote - need a campaign manager? Comment by C.W. van aggelen — February 6, 2008 @ 6:43 pm

Hey Sasha! Didn’t know you did all this stuff about you when I met you! Sure is cool to meet down to earth folk then come to find out what their hobbies are, how respected they are in the community of their peers. Love, Paris Comment by Paris — February 7, 2008 @ 1:59 pm

My cousin is the real muthaf**kin’ D-E-A-L……she’s got the face and the bike…..you gotta give love to the woman who is really doing it up here!!! No cheap imitations over in these here parts, nothing but chrome and dust in ya face….so make sure you vote for substance and not simply T & A! But hey if you want both substance and T & A, well then Sashyssss got it baby!!! Comment by Big G — February 7, 2008 @ 2:11 pm

Sasha, you’re what the whole deal is about, you’re the real deal personified. You’re the one and you have my vote!Jim in AZ… Comment by Jim — February 8, 2008 @ 6:07 pm

Hey Sasha good luck with Miss sturgis xx Comment by Ferritberger — February 10, 2008 @ 11:51 am

somers boy says hello Comment by danny joe pepe — February 10, 2008 @ 4:20 pm

Thank you so very much for taking the time to vote. Visit my website http://www.bikerlady.com/ where you can check out my blog and find out more about my passion for riding and life. Peace, love and live in the moment! -Sasha xo Comment by Sasha — February 10, 2008 @ 5:04 pm

Rock on!!!! Break a laig, but only in the show biz sense! Comment by Don Coyer — February 10, 2008 @ 5:57 pm

Sasha, You are the essence of a Biker Chick…ride on. Hope to see you again in Sturgis this year. Fly Comment by Fly — February 11, 2008 @ 5:48 pm

GOOD LUCK !!!! You’ve got our votes..Say HI!!! to Pat for us.. Comment by Dick & Pam Bessette — February 12, 2008 @ 3:26 pm

i just wished there were more woman like you out there will be voting for you everytime Comment by dragon — February 13, 2008 @ 3:22 am

Girlfriend! It’s your NYC homie here. If I’m in Sturgis this year I’ll look for you. Miss you tons! Hope things are going good in for ya in Tennessee. Folks, this is the real deal here, not some p-pad bunnie. Know Sasha from NYC and believe me when I tell you, you will never find a more richeous, hard riding, crome loving lady than this pretty woman! Sasha is all heart! I agree, Miss Sturgis should always be a REAL lady rider, and you will never find one that is more worthy of the title. Folks, let’s start a trend of voting in real riding beauties, and let’s make Sasha the first real Lady Rider to hold the crown! Crome Cowgirl, you ride ‘em, girl!! Love always, VickieFrom da hood Comment by Isis aka Vickie — February 14, 2008 @ 7:30 am

You are the embodiment of what a REAL biker Chick is . Sassy, rides her own, and has the brass to back it up. Not to mention you’re hot, and have skills. Ya got my vote, sister. Comment by DenverShae — February 16, 2008 @ 3:32 pm

Sasha,you are my wind sister and no one can hold a candle to you. For once it would be nice to see Miss Sturgis be a REAL BIKER LADY. You will give pride and respect to this wonderful honor. I believe you will win and I can hardly wait to celebrate. May the Great Spirit be with you………….always!! Gypzy Comment by Gypzy — February 16, 2008 @ 4:09 pm

Hi, My sister Kathy (KT Did) loves to ride and told me about the contest. I think it is great that women ride and you inspire others to do so. I have 2 daughters and I hope they ride just like my sister Kathy! Good luck to you. I will tell you what I tell Kathy, ride safe and enjoy the ride!Tom Short Comment by Tom — February 16, 2008 @ 10:56 pm

Sasha,You are such an inspiration to me! Thanks for being such a great role model for what women bikers really are,bad-ass,butt-kick’n road warriors! Ride on my sister of the wind! MUCH LOVE! -warthog36 Comment by warthog36 — February 16, 2008 @ 11:10 pm

Hey, Wind Sister! Best of luck! I voted for ya! You deserve this title and more! I totally agree that the title should go to a Rider Woman. Nothing wrong with being a model or lookin’ pretty on the back, but hey - if you are going to represent the ultimate in motorcycle rallies, you should ride a motorcycle, and ride it in! Judges - I have a suggestion for the contest to make it representative of REAL biker women: Include a bike rodeo and wrenching competition. Let the ladies run what they brung. Lay out H-D’s “final exam” course from the H-D rider course. Each finalist begins by running down a basic service on her bike, including changing oil and spark plugs. Then she runs the course with her newly serviced bike. Best time for a clean service and run (with no leaks or badly gapped plugs!) wins. Love you, Lady! Much aloha, Leilehua Comment by Leilehua "the Wrench Wench" Yuen — February 17, 2008 @ 12:17 am

Sasha…you are a true biker chick and deserve to win this. Go Chrome Cowgirl! Much Luck!!! Comment by Stephanie — February 18, 2008 @ 5:39 pm

Hats off to Sasha who embodies the heart and soul of Sturgis! Comment by Nurse Pam — February 18, 2008 @ 6:43 pm

Behind you 110%!! It has to be real…I rode to Sturgis this past year 7600 kms there and back…by myself…had a blast, met the best people!! You say what’s in my heart and you live the life I’m trying to live! Go Girl! You are STURGIS!! Comment by Canada — February 20, 2008 @ 6:39 pm

You got my vote!!! Rick Fairless sent me your way and he is right…..you definately need to be Miss Sturgis!!! Comment by Debbi Davids — February 24, 2008 @ 8:08 am

Sasha, I would love to catch up & ride across the country with you to Sturgis. That would be a blast & a ride of a lifetime! I think you will win! I also heard about you on the Texas Hardtails show. Charlie Comment by Charlie — February 25, 2008 @ 8:06 am

Sasha’s love for the motorcycle and the inherent spirtuality of the “ride” is not only motivational for women riders but us guys alike. Comment by Jeff C. — February 26, 2008 @ 8:28 pm

Sasha, A tip of the helmet to you milady. I am wishing you the best of luck in this contest. It it time that a “Real” lady wins. This is Sturgis. Biker country. We need a rider to represent us. You ride, you can wrench, you have talent. You live the life, you don’t just observe it. Not to mention that this (and a lot more) is wrapped in a very attractive package. You have my voter for sure. Comment by Uncle Jerry — February 28, 2008 @ 10:27 am

I adore you all, my wind brothers and sisters, for your incredible support and love! I am blessed. xoS Comment by Sasha — February 29, 2008 @ 9:47 am

Hey CONGRATS Sasha! You truly are a Motorcycle Babe! Glad we get to represent Sturgis, SD together along with all the other Hotties from the Black Hills! Look forward to meeting you this summer! Comment by Janice Colgrove — March 3, 2008 @ 10:18 am

Hey~ It’s great to see another real lady rider in the contest. I love seeing a fellow brunette who actually logs some miles. Good luck in the contest and ride safe!!! Leah Comment by Leah — March 3, 2008 @ 10:30 am

Hi Sasha, I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from our friend Barb Elmore, and now all these fine people just echo that opinion. We hope to meet you in person this summer. You are a class act and the very embodiment of “Ms. Sturgis” — a true representative of the art, of the lifestyle, of the brother and sisterhood that makes up Sturgis and the extended biker family. If you would like to say hello on our site, please do. There are lots of fine folks there as well. Keep the wind in your hair and the sun on your back, girl. Beach and Trainhttp://www.thebeachcruiser.com/ Comment by Train — March 3, 2008 @ 12:22 pm

Congrats Sasha! I can’t wait to meet you in Sturgis! Have a wonderful week! Comment by T.Lyn — March 3, 2008 @ 12:41 pm

Sasha,Glad to see the votes are coming in for you. You are the real deal. Good luck,Bob VB Comment by Bob Van Buren — March 3, 2008 @ 6:51 pm

very interesting Comment by Marc — March 3, 2008 @ 6:59 pm

U Rock…Ride on Sasha!!! Comment by Ed "Big Daddy" Baldwin — March 4, 2008 @ 6:33 am

Congratulations!!! Can’t wait to meet you in Sturgis! Comment by April DeWitt — March 4, 2008 @ 9:47 am

Sasha is the Sister Woman of choice for Sturgis! She is also the gal I want at my back in any situation-be it uptight or social! All that and you should hear her sing too!!! She is a true chrome cowgirl and the only woman I’ve seen on these boards who would TRULY represent as Miss Sturgis 2008-make it so!Her friend & fan,Lindy Loo Comment by Lindy Loo — March 5, 2008 @ 1:16 pm

You totally rock Sasha - and it’s unanimous amongst your friends - that a true biker chick should win Miss Sturgiss - and for that alone you are ahead of all the other posers. Continued sucess in all that you do - you are an inspiration and one very cool young lady and I am honored to be your friend! Comment by Kent — March 5, 2008 @ 2:43 pm

Good luck Comment by Rod — March 5, 2008 @ 8:00 pm

As far as we are concerned you are the ONLY chic in this competition. A true cool biker chic!!!! You are fun, interesting, talented, and beautiful. None compare to you.Love and miss you Comment by Cousin Debbie — March 5, 2008 @ 8:20 pm

A lot of your former fellow worker at SASMF have become bike riders over past few years and are with you all the way to becoming the next Miss Sturgis. Don’t need anyone to tell us what a truly interesting, talented, and special person you are to know. Keep up the wonderful life adventure you are on and know we all miss you and wish you every happiness. Comment by Kathy Walsh — March 6, 2008 @ 4:19 am

Sasha’s the best of the best ya’ll!Amy Comment by Amy — March 6, 2008 @ 7:19 am

Good Girl you and Tigerlily. She’s looking good with her new rake. We’re voting for you!Lots of love! Comment by Marilyn — March 6, 2008 @ 7:49 am

Sasha is the epitome of what a Miss Sturgis should be. A rider who has proven herself on the open road. Lad Carrington Comment by William (Lad) Carrington — March 6, 2008 @ 9:00 am

At least a girl who don’t need to get half-naked to be special!!! Comment by gustian — March 6, 2008 @ 1:47 pm

Well lookee here! I come back from Daytona Bike Week and I have been honored, by the love of friends and family, with a finalist nomination. This is for all of you! Dear ones! Thank you so very much. With hugs and kisses, your windsister Sasha! xoxoxo Comment by Sasha — March 6, 2008 @ 5:29 pm

You are f@#$ hot. My first rally was th 50th. back in 1990 and I have not missed one since, even when I have lived in other states and never have I seen a more perfect Miss Sturgis. You are what it is about, you are not some fluff hotty that will complain when her hair gets alittle wind blowen. You have my vote.Wolf Woman Comment by Wolf Woman — March 6, 2008 @ 6:03 pm ] Hi Sasha! I am so happy you got to the finalist! Hope you ride it all the way home! You have to know, that your book Biker Lady inspired me immensley. I began to ride at the age of 50 and really needed support. I read it from cover to cover in a matter of a couple of hours. It still brings me great female inspiration and I feel I know you through our mutual friend Stella and the book! Wishing you luck and the best at Sturgis this year! I hope to make it to watch you win it girl!PeaceKathy Comment by Kathy (KT Did) — March 7, 2008 @ 8:11 pm

OK girl ,i love the idea that someone out there can see the world as thier backyard and create the soul to obsorb all they love. You have my vote. chharley a veteran from fighting 9th, of alphabet city ps will be in nashville in june for the music festival will your people be playing anywhere? Comment by chharley — March 7, 2008 @ 8:11 pm

Sasha is the real deal, not some silicone bimbo straddling a bike she couldn’t start, let alone ride. Miss Sturgis should be a woman who reflects the motorcycling spirit, who lives the life, who RIDES. Sasha is that woman. Comment by TwoBuck — March 7, 2008 @ 10:46 pm

Way to go Sasha baby!! We’re all pullin’ for ya here in da big apple! We are not the same without you. Sending you lots of votes and vibes from Times Square. Email more songs when you get ‘em. Hands down, you’re a winner no matter what! Keep on rockin’ and rollin’ on two wheels darlin’, but keep one hand ready at the hip! Baby, you’re the greatest! love, yer pal, lakes in the morning, J-Ro Comment by J-Ro — March 8, 2008 @ 7:20 am

Sasha is a shining loving stylish passionate biker chick who will make a true stand up Miss Sturgis!If Sturgis is about real bikers and real women, then you’re the clear choice. Comment by Christina Shook — March 10, 2008 @ 10:48 am

Sasha is the Patron Saint of all bikers! She is a author who actually wrote one of the best books ever on women bikers.. That alone should earn her the crown! She is a wonderful person who is active in our favorite activity.. The 2008 Miss Sturgis is Sasha! Comment by Blake Olvera — March 10, 2008 @ 11:33 am

Hey Sasha!Way to go Babe!You are the essences of what riding is all about: “Queen of the road, she’s on her own Cruisin’ along, ridin’ free, feelin’ strong She doesn’t know what’s around the next turn but there’s fuel to burn” I still need you to sign the Book for me :o)~ Your Bud back in the NY Burbs Comment by Dave Hands — March 10, 2008 @ 11:54 am

Onya Sasha, your rock! Comment by Doc Robinson — March 10, 2008 @ 4:03 pm

CONGRATS ON MAKING IT TO THE FINALS!!! If there’s any one that should win, it’s definitely you! I’m super stoked that you’re my friend and hopefully we can get together in the near future. Comment by Frank "The Rat" — March 10, 2008 @ 4:28 pm

Yay for Sasha! Of all the contestants, you truly feel like the real deal! Vroom! Vroom! Rock on soul sister! Comment by Kim Corbin — March 10, 2008 @ 4:49 pm

Sasha, I know you and your love of motorcycles and motorcyling. You are everything a Miss Sturgis should be. I really hope you win. PhyllisIBA #143 Comment by Phyllis Lang — March 10, 2008 @ 6:50 pm

sasha YOU ARE A BIKERS, BIKER. I WISH YOU GOOD FORTUNE IN YOUR ENDEVER, TO WIN. YOU ARE QUITE A LADY OF THE WIND. AND WE ARE ALL BEHIND YOU. RIDE HARD RIDE FAST. Comment by jim gadd — March 10, 2008 @ 9:34 pm

As one of the fortunate ones who has met and had the opportunity to get to know Sasha, i can’t say enough about this woman and her commitment to the industry we all participate in. She’s not just a piece of “arm candy” but a true jewel that rides and lives the lifestyle and deserves to named Miss Sturgis. Unlike those in the past that have been named to wear this title, Sasha deserves it because she’s the real thing. She’s always got a place as Ms. Guilty if she wants!Cj at Guilty Customshttp://www.guiltycustoms.com/ Comment by CJ Hanlon — March 11, 2008 @ 6:54 am

We at Strokers Dallas support Sasha for the Miss Sturgis campaign. Good Luck! Comment by Rick Fairless — March 11, 2008 @ 7:50 am

Way to go Sasha!!! Sure do miss our chats but so glad to see you happy and having fun! Take care of yourself and good luck to you in all things you do!!! xoxo Susan Comment by Susan — March 11, 2008 @ 8:22 pm

Sweet Girl, congrats on making it this far! And of course, you should have. If the criteria is - being a real woman; as beautiful on the inside as outside; a person representing women at a motorcycle event that actually rides, well, you’ve got it hands down. You’re more than just a pretty face and my pick every time. Comment by Pepper Massey — March 12, 2008 @ 10:09 am

Sasha! How could they pick anyone BUT you for Miss Sturgis? Besides being quite the hottie, you ride to Sturgis, as well as a ton of other places, every year. See you in South Dakota! Comment by Chris Maida — March 12, 2008 @ 1:26 pm

I go to motorcycle events and see chicks pretending to be interested in motorcycles, vying for attention with their transplanted boobies and chihuahua-pitched giggles. I never vote for them. I voted for Sasha. Genuine. Comment by Paris "Mrs. Rat" — March 13, 2008 @ 8:11 am

Cool to the Core - Sasha you have the soul of Miss Sturgis. Always a good time and a great gal. Go Get Em’ Chrome Cowgirl. See You Down The Road.You Rock Comment by Tyler Fyre — March 13, 2008 @ 8:15 am

Sasha and I met in 2000 at the Womens Motorcycle Conference in Athens ,Ohio. She has been my road sister ever since. I would love to see Sturgis finally have a true “bikelady” represent Sturgis Bike Week. Sasha has been out there riding hard and writing books and magazine articles to promote women riding. And isn’t that what Sturgis is all about. The love of riding in the wind. Sasha has it all, beauty, compassion, brains and a voice to share her experience with thousands. If Sasha doesn’t represent Sturgis this year it will be their greatest loss. I love you my wind sister, Gypzy Comment by Gypzy — March 13, 2008 @ 10:37 am

It is about time we get a lady for the Miss Sturgis contest who is actually a “Miss” and actually knows how to ride her own! Isnt a “Miss” contest supposed to be “Miss” and NOT “MRS”??Sasha has the entire package here: Brains, beauty, rides her own and is loads of fun! Come on people lets vote for the best, MISS SASHA!!!! Comment by HDFEVER — March 13, 2008 @ 5:22 pm

Sasha, When I stopped you to give you a hug at the Ocean Center after the Women’s rideI could feel your warm and soulful spirit. I was concerned that you were headed out that day back to Nashville, the weather was pretty bad and we got caught in some nasty downpours and hail. looks like you made it home alright. Thanks for the inspiration and stay true to your course, as I said, have faith and all things will work out. You certainly deserve the title and I know you would bring honor to it because your heart and soul are where they need to be, filled with goodness. Pauline(jerzgirlrider) Comment by jerzgirlrider — March 13, 2008 @ 6:08 pm

all the best to you & the Tigerlily — Cabana Dan & I will see you in Sturgis Ride on wind sister! Shovelgirl Comment by shovelgirl66 — March 13, 2008 @ 6:24 pm

u go girl, we bikers here in the pan handle of florida are voting ‘n pulling for ya….good luck baby…. luv ya Comment by pigiman — March 13, 2008 @ 9:50 pm

YOU GO GIRL!! Much love to you my windsister!! DJ Jones Comment by DJ Jones — March 13, 2008 @ 11:18 pm

What to say? I totally go for the theory that a biker chick should take the title! Sturgis is all about the bikes … and there’s not a damned thing that says girls can’t ride there own! You go girl! I’ll be watching for you when I roll into Sturgis! Comment by Val — March 14, 2008 @ 4:04 pm

I’m blessed and honored by all of your dear comments. Thank you so much. I feel the same divine light for all of you. Rock N Roll N Motorcycle Soul. Love, Sasha. Comment by Sasha — March 14, 2008 @ 5:40 pm

Hey Sasha! Thanks for letting me know about the site. I voted for you and I’m SOOOO happy that a “REAL” biker chic is in the finals! You’ve definitely got what it takes and deserve to be Miss Sturgis 2008! I hope the judges pay attention to the voters, and if they do, you’ll win it hands down! If you’re ever in my area of TN, let me know. I’d be honored to ride with you! Good luck girl! Comment by annieoakley63 — March 17, 2008 @ 3:45 pm

There are few women in the world like you, Sasha, who are as beautiful inside as they are outside. Your soul! Your heart! Your love! You deserve the title Miss Sturgiss! How about “Goddess of Sturgiss!?” Comment by Susan at the Lake — March 17, 2008 @ 5:10 pm

Make that Sturgis with one S!!! Love from your friend at the lake who cannot spell! Ha ha! Comment by Susan at the Lake — March 17, 2008 @ 5:12 pm

Good Luck Sasha!!! After looking at all the finalist and reading about them, I love the way your true at heart. I agree with everyone else that you should be Miss Sturgis. Your not only a beautiful woman but a true and natural bike rider. You got my vote and I live here in the state of South Dakota. Cynthia Quoshena Comment by Cynthia Quoshena — March 17, 2008 @ 8:05 pm

Sasha: I’ve always loved your style and your writing. You have my vote! Smooch! - E Comment by Edward from NYC!!! — March 18, 2008 @ 7:09 am you go, sista!you are an inspiration. Comment by brandi (canadian sista) — March 18, 2008 @ 7:54 am

You Rock Sasha!!! There is NO other woman on the planet that deserves to be Miss Sturgis more than you. You are what “Miss Sturgis” SHOULD BE ABOUT!LOVE YOU!!! Vicki in Denver Comment by Vicki — March 18, 2008 @ 8:07 am

Sasha is Miss Sturgis already in my book! I’ve known Sasha for 2 years now and believe me, you will never find a more, hard riding, chrome loving windchild than this “pretty woman”! Sasha is all heart! She deserves this and more! Sasha’s spirituality and love of her “TigerLilly” motorcycle is not only inspirational for women riders but us “gents” as well. It’s about time that a real woman biker wins. As Miss Sturgis she will be a fantastic ambassador for this country’s finest bike rally. She rides, sings, and writes Motorcycles. Not to mention that this talented little gal is extremely attractive. It doesn’t get any better than her. I am wishing you the best of luck in this contest, Sasha. Much love your way, JB Comment by John Beymer — March 18, 2008 @ 8:32 am

Sasha, Since the day we met I thought you were just so sweet and honest. Not only are you beautiful on the outside but equally on the inside. Your love and devotion for motorcycles and the culture makes you the best candidate for Miss Sturgis. I know you will win and bring a new meaning to the contest!!Hugs,Elisa Comment by Elisa — March 18, 2008 @ 9:06 am

It’s about time the rest of the world sees that you’re ALL THAT. Just remember me when you’re a star, kay??? Love, BK Comment by Bobkat — March 18, 2008 @ 9:39 am

Sasha is Miss Sturgis!!!! She is a TRUE Bike Chick!!!! Comment by jodi — March 18, 2008 @ 9:46 am

I voted for Sasha and I hope she becomes Miss Sturgis. I’m bored with the gals with the fake everything. Sasha is the real deal… Beautiful, spirited, talented, lives for riding,a true friend and not fake anything. Comment by Hugh King — March 18, 2008 @ 11:04 am

Didn’t they pick you yet? What are they waiting for? The other girls are pretty too, but you’re pretty AND you’re one of us. How much rake is on that Sportster you ride all over the place? What better combo for Miss Sturgis? Comment by Chris Maida — March 18, 2008 @ 12:36 pm

Good luck! Comment by VaVaVroom — March 18, 2008 @ 3:51 pm

Sasha IS Miss Sturgis!!!! Comment by Trish Vogel — March 18, 2008 @ 5:35 pm

You are such a bad ass! I hope those judges see what a genuinely awesome chic you really are! Comment by Leah Hale — March 18, 2008 @ 5:50 pm

Miss Sturgis all the way!!!! Sasha walks the walk, talks the talk, and rides the ride of a true Biker! She will always have my vote!Christine’s KickSTART Motorcycle Training Series knows Sasha KicksASS! Comment by Christine Firehock — March 18, 2008 @ 6:48 pm

All of us at http://www.coolbikerides.com/ wish you the best of luck! You have an awesome attitude and represent everything the lady biker should! Ian Comment by Ian — March 19, 2008 @ 5:38 pm

Go Sasha! You are the epitome of freedom and beauty! Tough enough to ride tens of thousands of miles, and still a musical flower child. Wish there was more than one of you, but then I wouldn’t have known who to vote for, would I! Comment by Zipper — March 19, 2008 @ 5:47 pm

Sasha Mullins is the sweetest, most loveable girl I know, and she simply HAS to be the best candidate for Miss Sturgis! I think no one can equal her love and passion for riding. She has no peer in what she has done for women riders: authored and published two books, starred in at least two Discovery Channel biker movies, and she is multi talented! Sasha regularly attends the Sturgis Rally, and she does not just walk in or motor in as the locals do, neither does she arrive as a passenger on a bike or trailer her ride as the “softies” do. She RIDES to the rally, driving her own bike — all the way from New York City a few times and currently from Nashville, TN. Comment by Buddy Ford — March 19, 2008 @ 8:20 pm

Sasha is one of the most dedicated riders I have ever come across in 50 years of riding. She is the “real deal” and a soft yet immensely strong person. She is fearless and intense. She is everything and more that Miss Sturgis should be. She is a natural winner and leader and will be a great example of all that is at the core of Sturgis Bike Week. You go get ‘em Sasha!! GM Comment by George — March 20, 2008 @ 1:14 pm

Sasha crossed my path at last years Rally. She is truly a free spirit on a journey of life that few others enjoy except on their annual pilgrimage to the Rally. And to her spirit I share this quote. “Only those who take leisurely what the peopleof the world are busy aboutcan be busy about what the people of the worldtake leisurely.”Chang Ch’ao Sasha Mullins is Miss Sturgis Comment by Dan the Acupuncture Man — March 21, 2008 @ 11:53 am

Sasha rides! That in itself should make her Miss Sturgis! She’s also someone that makes me think, where has she been all my life? The only problem now is that I’m old enough to be her Father! She’s got my vote. Paul Comment by Paul Kireyczyk — March 23, 2008 @ 8:41 am

Sasha Mullens is the comsumate chrom cowgirl. I’ve never met any one in my 18 years going to Sturgis or the other rallies that can compare to her love of the saddle.When I first saw Sasha it was on a TV documentary of a small group of women riding around the country. She was a natural on screen. Then when I met her in person I was very moved by her sincerity of her love of the motorcycle community. This I saw reflected in her music, her writing, her home, her friends, and in her supportive man.I feel that that Sasha should be crowned Miss Sturgis, because she would represent the honor with dignity, beauty, knowledge, humor and talent. A rare combination! Comment by Dian Marshall — March 24, 2008 @ 7:46 am

From one wind sister who knows what it takes to be a true rider, Sasha deserves to win this contest to prove that women on motorcycles are sexier and stronger than normal women. Shasha just isn’t a pretty face and a hot bod, but a wonderful free spirit on two wheels and encompasses everything Sturgis is all about: bikes, fun, babes, and a FAMILY of riders. If she isn’t chosen, I highly doubt the agenda of the judges. Comment by Brittany Morrow — March 25, 2008 @ 7:46 pm

If the roadrash queen has your back then you got my vote…You got this girl..The total package… Comment by Chad Thomas — March 25, 2008 @ 8:22 pm

go get em girl! I’m so tired of pulling up somewhere and people being like “You’re too pretty to be a biker chick”. Just because we’re strong and we like to ride on our own instead of behind a man (sometimes ) doesn’t mean we can’t be beautiful too. Comment by Ashley — March 25, 2008 @ 9:05 pm

Gotta love a biker chick… you an insperation to all female riders! You deserve to win!!!! Comment by Monika — March 25, 2008 @ 9:16 pm

Hot pic! From a fellow rider, hope you win! Wish you the best of luck!!! Comment by bikergrl03 — March 25, 2008 @ 9:17 pm

Sasha you truly are the ideal candidate for Miss Sturgis 2008. You have accomplished so much and it should be a requirement that all contestants be able to operate and know their way around a motorcycle. Best wishes and we are rooting for you!!! Comment by Cristal — March 25, 2008 @ 10:55 pm

It should be required that a woman who is intering this contest should ride her own bike and not just one that sits and poises on it.. You go girl, from one biker chic to another… You got my vote!!!!!!! Comment by Paula — March 26, 2008 @ 4:20 am

Sasha the total package biker chic. miss Sturgis all the way. You “rock” our world girl Comment by Scott - Da -Gspot — March 26, 2008 @ 5:11 am

Good Luck You have my Vote. Comment by Steph — March 26, 2008 @ 5:54 am

Hope you win! You rock! Comment by Deah — March 26, 2008 @ 9:56 am

Sasha, You got my vote here on the east coast! Best of luck to you with your riding, writting, singing, and following your dreams! See you on the open road! Billy WizChicopee, MA Comment by Billy Wiz — March 26, 2008 @ 11:42 am

HON YOUR ROCK AND YOU RE ALL THAT ! SO BRING HOME THE WIN! YOU HAVE MY VOTE AND I’M NOT FAR FROM MADISON!!! Comment by JUST ME — March 26, 2008 @ 8:58 pm

Hey girl my mom loves you and we want you to win!SO go girl!!!kick some butt for us in Wisconsin!!!! Comment by tylor kahn — March 28, 2008 @ 12:30 pm

Well mom and the boys at home want you to bring home the win ! we are all on here as a family !You can thank Brit for us and all of us coming together ! Win Win, Win for us in Wisconsin! Comment by joradn kahn — March 28, 2008 @ 12:36 pm

You go women we love you and want you to win! You have my vote !!!oxoxoxoxox Comment by brenda middleton — March 28, 2008 @ 12:47 pm

Hey Montello ,wi we would love for you to win so good luck you have our votes!! Comment by Jt — March 28, 2008 @ 1:05 pm

Sasha,Nice surprise to hear from you today, which brings me here. I have reviewed the images and comments from the other contestants and I am sure that the content of your character, the sincerity of your actions, and the absoloute true belief you have in this life will no doubt shine through and make you the first in show! You are to be the Sturgis Ambassador, to represent women who ride through the entire year to follow. I have faith that you would be one who would make good work of the position and use it for the good of everyone. You are bringing a level of dignity to this contest representing women who love to ride. It seems to be part of your spirit. PaulineJerzgirlrider Comment by Pauline DiBartolomeo — March 28, 2008 @ 5:05 pm

You go Sasha!!!You will be the next Miss Sturgis.All the best from Gypsy Biker. Comment by Maria Sais — March 28, 2008 @ 10:00 pm

When I think of a Miss Sturgis the only image I get is Sasha. She’s got beauty, brains and she rides her own bike. I think she puts more miles on her bike in a single season than most riders put on in their entire lives GO SASHA! Comment by Alan — March 29, 2008 @ 10:24 am

You Go Girl Was at Sturgis last year but I wish I could be there this year to see you win.You are a winner & you will win this. Best of luckDriftrrBob Comment by Bob — March 29, 2008 @ 12:16 pm

hey u rock and good luck to ya !!! Comment by CRYSTAL HAIGHT — March 29, 2008 @ 9:14 pm

Women i like ur style ! Good Luck! Comment by buddy — March 29, 2008 @ 9:28 pm

wow what a girl she rocks my world ! U have my vote!! AWsome Comment by cody denson — March 29, 2008 @ 9:39 pm

I believe that when you come to Sturgis and the Black Hills you come for the best experience of Brotherhood and Sisterhood of bikers, the most beautiful riding of any rally in this great country………..What better person to represent that spirit than Sasha……..She embodies the spirit of a true biker in every way, and on top of that she is beautiful, look at that smile, at that glow…..Sturgis doesn’t need another pole dancer/model to represent the Rally they need a woman who represents and lives the spirit of Sturgis…………Sasha has for years, it would be perfect to have her represent all of the bikers when she rides into Sturgis on her own Bike, all the way from Nashville to be Miss Sturgis………Let the other contestants meet her and ride all the way in………Cheers! Comment by Mark Howlett — March 31, 2008 @ 7:47 am

You are the number one Sasha..You are the bessssssssst..A nice beautifull girl for a nice and beautifull week..personne Comment by Marcel Dumont(personne) — April 1, 2008 @ 5:07 pm

Good Luck Sasha, I already think your a winner. Comment by Lisa Corrigan — April 2, 2008 @ 3:58 am

Wow! If I were judging, it’s no contest…Sasha wins, hands-down! Good Luck… Comment by Greg Rhodes — April 2, 2008 @ 7:51 am

Sasha sould be Miss Sturgis because of her dedication to biking. I have known her for many years now can’t imagine anyone more qualified to represent the ever popular Sturgis Rally which I have attended for many years. Sasha not only has a radiant beauty and a warm sincere glow but a personality and a love for riding that I have rarely seen in my 40 plus years of riding motorcycles over this country. She would be a true representative of the biking community with the brains to be able to talk to people and represent Sturgis as it should be represented and not just a pretty face that knows nothing about the love of riding that we all enjoy together. Sasha has authored a book and has appeared on television shows over the years representing the biker community so she is very well known to many people and is not just looking for modeling opportunities as some of the other girls are. Sasha would be the very best pick of all of the candidates that you have for this year. Show everyone that Miss Sturis is a real biker this year. Comment by Tom Guest — April 2, 2008 @ 11:35 am

Sasha! On behalf of Sisters With A Throttle Motorcycle Club & the staff of Torque Vixens Magazine, we wish the BEST OF LUCK!!! You a TRUE lady biker and represent US WELL!! Hopefully we’ll get a Sister that actually TWIST the THROTTLE!!!! —Sisterly Love!! Comment by Sisters With A Throttle MC/Torque Vixens — April 3, 2008 @ 12:24 pm

Congratulations on making it to the finals! I’m glad to see that someone who is actually a part of the biker community is in the final running for Miss Sturgis. I met Sasha while camping out on the Iron Pony Ride back in 1999. The ride went from Milwaukee to Sturgis, Sasha originally road in from New York City. Sasha has been riding her custom sportster “TigerLily” to rallys throughout the country. She’s the author of two books pertaining to the motorcycle culture and lifestyle. I felt it an honor to vote for her in this contest. If anyone can represent the biking community as Miss Sturgis, Sasha is the gal!!! Comment by Skip — April 3, 2008 @ 4:39 pm

YOU ARE WHAT MISS STURGIS SHOULD BE!!! YOU’RE A REAL WINNER TO US ALL IN THE WORLD OF MOTORCYCLES AND BEING A REAL SOUL ROLLLL MODEL!!! GOD BLESS AND GOOD LUCK!!!!! Comment by Pat — April 3, 2008 @ 7:43 pm

You are to true meaning of Miss Sturgis ! you dont just have the looks you have the brains too! you have my vote and I wish you the best of luck! TJ Comment by timothy budig — April 3, 2008 @ 9:28 pm

we just wanted to tell you good luck ! you remind us of our daughters they love to ride so good luck and bring home the win for the biker women in the world! Comment by Fred and Irma walker — April 3, 2008 @ 9:32 pm

You’ll always be our winner!Keep the faith!Shovelgirl & Cabana Dan Comment by shovelgirl66 — April 7, 2008 @ 7:04 pm

Holy tire-burn-out smokes! I am BEYOND blessed to receive so much love and support for this incredibly fun opportunity. : ) MOTORLOVE and THROTTLEHUGS to everyone lovin’ on this contest, and congrats to ALL the gorgeous finalists = We ROCK! Special HIGH OCTANE THANKS to the Sturgis Bike Week Committee for sponsoring this groovy contest! Sasha xoxo Comment by sasha — April 8, 2008 @ 5:04 pm

can’t wait to see the Calendar with you as Miss Stugis - look forward to seeing you the next time you roar intoGotham City! Comment by Carl Walker (C.W.) — April 13, 2008 @ 4:10 am

I have known Sasha for about 8 years, meeting her at Rally. Since that time, Sasha has been coming to my home in Lead, SD every year, bringing her spirit & love for the ride. Her busy schedule NEVER kept her from her true friends throughout the years. I am SO tired of seeing “Playboy T & A” shots of women who have NO idea what it means to represent Sturgis. Have they ridden, as Sasha has, from New York to Sturgis, weathering the rain, hail, no accommodations, sleeping on the side of the road? Sturgis began, & should ALWAYS be about the rides through Paha Sapa, hill climb, races & comraderie between us all & Sasha with her great attitude & love of the Black Hills is the ONLY contestant that should be considered. She RIDES Tiger Lily & Comment by Dena Sheets — April 13, 2008 @ 5:40 pm

Hi Sasha..You should of won hands down..Just for your dedication to the biker way of life.. Best of luck to you in the future…Say hi to Pat when you see Him..Dick & Pam Comment by Dick & Pam Bessette — April 14, 2008 @ 12:36 pm

Wow!If your into someone real. If your into a girl with a head on her shoulders. Who is true and down to earth. Someone who hasn’t lost thier sense of humor and who is working as hard as anyone to do and get where she wants in the world. Someone who’s beauty shines from the inside. Making her gorgeous both inside and out. Then Sasha is your girl. Pleanty of flakes out there. Sasah just doesnt happen to be one of them. I know I am glad, and feel priviaged to have met her. I feel like I have a new true and real friend. Awsome girl. Awsome person. Good luck in everything Sasha! xoxoMark Comment by Mark Nelson — April 15, 2008 @ 10:02 am

sasha hey chic whats going on out in sd? sorry i missed your call sweet heart. I will call you this week i want to wish you the best of luck at winning miss sturgis 2008. from me and everyone at scooters bar bill frazier from bedford pa Comment by bill frazier bedford pa — April 15, 2008 @ 1:03 pm

Finally a woman who lives and rides!!! If you are ever out in northern Ca. you will be welcomed.
Comment by Steve — April 21, 2008 @ 7:07 am

Sasha, I am utterly disapointed at who they picked. You should have won, representing the true beauty of riding and Sturgis, but they could have at least picked someone more “qualified”!! The Miss Sturgis does seem like a beautiful girl but this isn’t a Miss American Beauty Pagent!
Comment by Jody Perewitz — April 21, 2008 @ 8:17 am

Mourning, Morning in the wild west.

2008-04-16T07:40:00.003-06:00

Hello my lovely friends.

I know, I haven't posted in awhile. You see...it's mourning time. Daddy Poppi went to heaven on the evening of April 5th and I still haven't processed this spiritual transformation and his physical presence not being here, with me. I was with him when he transformed. I cannot write more about it at the moment.

After Poppi passed on, I went home to Nashville and sat by the river. I worked on some music and kept to myself. I knew I had to make it to Sturgis, South Dakota, for the Sturgis Bike Week Committee meeting for the Miss Sturgis contest. It was hard to get myself together for it. I was feeling close to home, and wanted to just be quiet, but I am loyal and enthusiastic about winning this title to benefit all us scooter tramps who just can't get enough of riding our motorcycles and the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally.

Well, I missed the first meeting which was for April 7th, due to the passing of my beloved Poppi. Though, I was bound and determined to be loyal to my entry into this contest and make it to Sturgis for the 14th. So here I am. The day of the last possible meeting before the committee would choose who will be Miss Sturgis. It ain't easy folks. This bohemian chick is up against some gorgeous hotties who are just so lovely, smart and all Bo Derek ten and tan. But, hey, I clean up good.

All of you know, that I am no super model. It's a big stretch for me to enter any kind of contest. The Bucket List movie, as I had mentioned, inspired me to enter with a mission to be like a female ambassador to all riders for my very favorite rally in the world, to celebrate women who ride, and to promote the legacy of Sturgis, South Dakota and surrounding areas related to the rally. And to have a hella fun time with everyone who would come to meet the Girls of Sturgis Bike Week. It's all about having FUN. So, I didn't enter it from a beauty standpoint, unless you count inside beauty.

My calendar shoot was me in my grease monkey looking road jeans, 8 inch clear platforms and a black and silver shirt, or orange leather shirt. I brought some sexy cool things with me, but considering the background, grafitti and art, and the words all you need is Love in the Beatlesque themed area of Art Alley in Rapid City, the outfit all fit quite well. Marla from High Maintenance Salon in Rapid City did my hair and makeup. She's awesome. She also does Jasmine Cain's hair, too.

Here I was proudly coupled with a black Harley-Davidson Cross Bones softtail. Oh, yes, I'm a small chick, 5'2, measurements oh about 33 2/3, 28, 36. I'm sort of like a Picasso painting come to life, where things have unique proportions. Oh, I gave good face....I gave good spirit in those photos. I'm an alley cat sex kitten. hahahhahahaha. But, I wasn't draped on the bike because quite frankly the only way I know how to drape myself over the bike is for a good night's sleep where I lay my head on a blanket, on top of the tank and stretch my legs up and over my bundle on the ass end of the bike. : )

The meeting with the Sturgis Bike Week committee folks was terrific. A fine bunch of people so loyal and dedicated to the wonderful rally operations and their customers. The meeting was held at Lehman Trikes. Now there's an interesting story. Read all about the founder of Lehman Trikes and learn more about how he took a Chevy Vega chassis and crafted his first trike in order to accomodate the comfort of his family and take them along for his motorcycle adventures. The trike is an important vehicle in the motorcycle culture. It's origins of course ...the tricycle. Read all about Lehman Trikes - Leader of the Three World here: http://www.lehmantrikes.com/ They offer an awesome variety of styles and models to choose from. Most of us who ride two wheels don't think often about the trike. ... but it is a sensational world to discover for us riders. I encourage women who don't feel comfortable on two wheels but want to ride, to investigate the trike. After all, you can carry a whole lot more shoes and accessories on a trike!

I went on air at 93.1 in Rapid City, and then on the air at X-Rock in Spearfish. These are some serious stations here in the Black Hills. I should say seriously FUN stations. X-Rock even played some snipets of the music we've been working so hard on back home in Nashville. What an honor to have appeared live on both stations.

I'm so grateful to everyone at Sturgis Bike Week, XRock, 93.1, Lehman Trikes and my dear friend Pepper. I'm also grateful to everyone who took the time to comment on my contestant page, to Cyril Huze, Rick Fairless, Vicki Gray, Tom Guest, Debbi Davids, and so many other terrific wind brothers and sisters who have supported my entry in this contest.

It's morning time here in Lead. My intentions were to make my way to Denver last night but I was told that there was a bunch of wild life on the road at night. Whew...I'm not in the mood to dodge antelope. So, I figured let me get some good sleep at the Ponderosa...and grabbed a cabin room. I'm snowed in...so I have no idea how far I'll get today. I didn't expect to be snowed in, considering the last few days reached upwards of 80 degrees here in the beautiful Black Hills.

It's been quite a journey ... this April 2008. I'm tired and I want to go home now. Last night I was all kinds of weepy because I just missed Daddy Poppi so much and here I am snowed in alone ... but the Black Hills comfort me, too. And so do all of you.

Peace, love and steady as she rolls....
Sasha

Walk in Love.

2008-03-23T16:48:00.004-06:00

Happy Passion Day. Today is the day the Lord rose from the human experience of flesh and blood, to return to His highest energy as Great Creator, Father/Mother. He walked in Love here on the Earth. Those that didn't understand and thought that such Love threatened their concept of obedience according to man-made rules and mis-interpretations about the Power of heaven, here on Earth knew not what they do and decided to expedite the expiration of Jesus Christ.

Today I attended a brand new church which I loved. The stations of the Cross were all of Native American Spiritual figures. There is a Labyrinth on the 13 acre property, and the celebrant is a very loving kind Priest who is happily married with children. In my humble opinion, this makes me glad. St. Mark's Episcopal Church offered the perfect blend of heaven and earth in LOVE.

My friends, this Happy Passion Day remember that you are created to be the image that dwells in us. The image of our Lord and Saviour who WALKED IN LOVE. He is Pure Love, Pure Truth, and is Gentle and Fun. Remember this: Jesus LOVED to SMILE. His image was full of HONESTY, LOVE, JOY, HOPE, and COMPASSION. He promoted Spirit to be in constant craving for Divine Wisdom, Divine Intelligence which equals the opportunity for Divine Awareness. The Image of Fullness.

Recognize the image in all of those, including yourself, even if such an image is not obviously present because somewhere in their lonesomeness and confusion, there resides their LOVE and TRUTH. Encourage the goodness to come forth.

Water your Spirit with LOVE. Take on the challenge to live the Call within yourself. That CALL to Love, to nourish, to refresh, to renew.

"Believe in new life within yourself, no matter what has gone before." -- The Reverend Battle Beasley http://www.stmarksantioch.org/

Stay blessed, sweet people... Be gentle and kind to yourself. Hold tight to the beauty within through the art and act of gratitude to the Creator. All things are possible in Christ. Surrender to LOVE and WALK FREE.

xoSasha

Go Do Be

2008-03-21T14:08:00.003-06:00

Our home recording studio is so slammin now that we converted to all MAC and had our friend from Guitar Center, Nashville completely tweak it. I can't believe this blessing. To be able to record studio worthy material sitting in my underwear, rolling out of bed in the middle of the night to give life to a melody by recording it in my OWN home studio.

You just have to be resourceful. Not wait around for anyone. I encourage any musician out there to take that extra day or night job you hate, and turn around to be positive. Earn money to get a Protools rig or Logic. That is the ticket, to improve your home studio environment. Be your own music developer. Record. Don't wait.

Big budget recording doesn't exist anymore. There is absolutely no reason to have to wait to rely on anyone. Teach yourself anything you want to know. God thank you for this era where we can easily access videos, books, and vast information on the internet. A global resource. Be a research junkie. Keep on developing your craft. There is no such thing as major label development.

That goes for the book writer out there. Create it, produce it, get it out to the world for a modest fee. Marketing is so much easier with the internet. Join all the groups, forums and blogs you can that have to do with your subject of interest. Ask questions, make friends, create art. There's a vast community out there that will support what you do and encourage you in ways that were not available only a few short years ago.

Creativity is like air. It's there. It's available. Ask God for the tools you need to accomplish something. You'll be amazed what happens. It comes to you.

Last night I stayed up til the late hours mixing and editing my song Gotta Roarrr. It had been a demo for effin ever! I always wanted to re-do that song. No problem. Standing in my pajamas, revved up to sing with my kitty kat by my side and Mr. Patrick operating the rig, there I bellowed into Stella (my beloved microphone). And then could craft as I wish. Nah, let's redo that line I want to try this...that. Then Mr. Patrick had to leave for a short tour with Tracy Lawrence, so I took over the controls and went to work, Dunkin Donuts coffee in one hand. Kitty kats purring near by.

BLISS. I worked, prayed, pined for this moment. I love it. My beautiful readers, friends, family....I encourage you to take action. Wait not a moment longer to live your dream. Every action is a dream in forward motion. Go, do, be.

Love to you and Happy Passion Day,
Sasha

TBEAR Needs U!

2008-03-18T11:30:00.007-06:00

http://www.tbearwear.com/articles/index.htm

TBEAR needs lovin' hugs.

The legendary TBEAR, journalist extraordinare and beloved character in the motorcycle culture, has experienced an unusual slip on the ice which has severly damaged the muscles in BOTH of his legs. He is in leg braces from his cha-chas to his ankles and is in a rehabilitation facility for longterm and would love to hear from you. He doesn’t get much computer time because he’s on slow computer that blocks out myspace and his connection to his creativity, but you can please reach out to him via e-mail which he has access to and give him kind, loving words of encouragement: tbear@mhcable.com

It’s very lonely to be in a small, rural rehabilitation center, especially for a vivacious character like him! Because of his accident, his two wheeler needs to be converted into a three-wheeler which is a great expense. Let's put our heads together to think about how this can be done for him as a gift to his incredible journalism and support of the lifestyle and motorcycle industry.

Love,

Sasha

Dedicated 2 Daddy Poppi.

2008-03-16T08:52:00.005-06:00

Dear Daddy Poppi:

I wish I could be with you right now. You're a precious and an amazing father. Know that I'm always thinking about you. I'll be there to see you soon.

Hey to all in the world. It's a big spiritual movement when your Daddy Poppi is terminally under-the-weather.

My earth father...is where most of my personality comes from. I'm so much like you, Poppi. I love being like you because you're unique. I'm having a really hard time accepting what's happening to you Daddy Poppi, no matter how deeply I study spiritual subjects. Love is soul. And for the time on earth, Love is very visual, too. I love to watch you, Daddy Poppi, because you are so sweet and a stunning artist. Not to mention, far intelligent than most folks I'll ever meet. In this department, well, I could use alot more doses of your genius.

I dedicate all my art works, all my journeys to you, Daddy Poppi. Gosh, dealing with these treatments is so tiring, I know. You've always been so full of life. It's tough to comprehend....well, accept is really the word I meant to say.

I'll bring all my art supplies and we can draw together. I want you to create my next tattoo, okay?

I have to post to the world because to keep all this to myself makes me feel I could burst with sorrow. When I share, I feel bursts of love from all over the world who share this portion of the journey of life, and the love of a parent. We are all one and in this oneness, encouragement and love is essential to peace.

Thank you for my life, Poppi. Thank you, my star Daddy Poppi. Glowing healing divine light beams from the universe to you. Peace and love. God bless you and treasure you.

Love your wild child in the wind.

Harley-Davidson's EPIC Women's Day Parade.

2008-03-14T16:29:00.007-06:00

HARLEY-DAVIDSON'S WOMEN'S RIDE 2008 WAS AWESOME!

Presented by Sasha http://www.bikerlady.com/:

Yeah, the skies were pregnant with a little rain all day. But I'll tell you what didn't wait to drop, TEARS of JOY. Oh, the 400+ women riding in the parade felt the tears take a cheekward stroll as we participated in a history-making event. Harley-Davidson's first ever women's parade. Apparently it was 500 strong. All I could gather was several lines of Harleys and Buells stacked up ready to ride -- I had no idea what the final count was.

From Music City USA, I rode the southbound twists and wide open highway enroute to my destination: the curvaceous celebration of Harley and Buell chicks riding together in the first ever Parade of its kind. Oh the power of our HOURglass - it is ALL in the CURVES as folks hailed the femme force of riders roarrring down International Speedway and onto A1A! Led by Karen Davidson of the Harley-Davidson empire and a group of six selected females who wrote compelling essays about their riding experience and mentors, including the female executives of Harley-Davidson's women's outreach program, we waved and revved blazing a new Parade trail.

The Parade was also a fundraiser for MDA.

The energy was full throttle excitement. Let the pictures tell the story.

http://picasaweb.google.com/chromecowgirl/HARLEYDAVIDSONSWOMENSRIDE2008

Enjoy!

Love,
Sasha

HURRAY FOR THE NAYSAYERS!

2008-03-14T06:41:00.007-06:00

Among the people she thanked were naysayers: “The ones that said I was talentless, that I was chubby, that I couldn’t sing, that I was a one-hit wonder,” she said. “They pushed me to be better, and I am grateful for their resistance.”

This is an excerpt from Madonna's acceptance speech at The Rock N Roll Hall of Fame reception at the Waldorf Astoria. It struck a chord in me, a Bsus chord, one of those sparking chords, and B for B yourself. Suspended as in (hang freely or to hang so as to allow free movement).

Welcome the naysayers in their ignorance of an individual's talent. They can't possibly know the depths of anyone's desires or talents if their hearts are not even open to their own! The naysayers do not let talent hang freely to allow free movement. They think of suspend as to halt something, and even then, those talented ones with the passion in their hearts will love the suspense, and pursue their passionwork with even more dedication than ever before.

Because they OWN it. They own their talent. They enjoy the unfathomable depths of their creativity because it is directly from the source of the ONE great creator. And the only way to experience the ONE great Creator is in the moment of truth. The present second in which we live. The feeding tube of talent is an open heart. When the heart is open full bloom, no matter what the circumstances, no matter what the naysayers spat, the heart is fully open to the solar energy of the Creator. In my situation, the divine Miracle Grow for my bloom is of the Creator -- Mother/Father and my brother Jesus and sister Mary. My HOLY family who I treasure and adore. I flourish in that Garden.

Naysayers will always be in our lives because they are all around us. They visit our enthusiasm like scary monsters in a pretty dream. But let us be valiant and stand up to them with our slingshot of sparkling talent. Be our selves. Bsus chord. Play the B chord and then play a Bsus chord it is lovely, it is a step further. Take the lovely step further.

Here's a Tea Thought for the day, click to enlarge:

xo S

Here's another thought:

The forces of mediocrity, by Seth Godin http://sethgodin.typepad.com/
Maybe it should be, "the forces for mediocrity"... There's a myth that all you need to do is outline your vision and prove it's right—then, quite suddenly, people will line up and support you.

In fact, the opposite is true. Remarkable visions and genuine insight are always met with resistance. And when you start to make progress, your efforts are met with even more resistance. Products, services, career paths... whatever it is, the forces for mediocrity will align to stop you, forgiving no errors and never backing down until it's over. If it were any other way, it would be easy. And if it were any other way, everyone would do it and your work would ultimately be devalued. The yin and yang are clear: without people pushing against your quest to do something worth talking about, it's unlikely it would be worth the journey. Persist.

Finalist Round 2 Miss Sturgis Contest!

2008-03-07T18:51:00.012-06:00

My dear friends and family and those new folks who I haven't yet met who supported the Miss Sturgis contest:

Thank you so very much for your love and support. I have made first place in the second round of the Miss Sturgis contest. There are two more rounds to go and then Miss Sturgis will be selected. Since I am now a finalist, one of 12 final girls from which Miss Sturgis is chosen, I am no longer in the voting catagory.

The Sturgis Bike Week committee will select the Miss Sturgis winner after the fourth round of voting and all 12 finalists are selected. With that, I encourage comments to be placed on my Miss Sturgis contestant page so that the committee understands why you voted for me, and how much you love Sturgis, and all about YOUR passion for riding. http://www.misssturgis.com/girls/?p=5 and place your comment.

I am truly honored by your support. The comments on my contestant page are breathtaking, I feel ya'lls beautiful glowing light in your hearts.

God bless you, treasured people in my life. I'm so happy about being a finalist and deeply grateful to the people who have supported this contest and voted for me. The passion that folks share for the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally certainly shines; it's evident that the legacy of riders and racers over the 68 years is something to uphold and cherish.

To think it all started with Pearl and J.C. "Pappy" Hoel, an incredibly enthusiastic and generous couple who loved to share their passion for motorcycles with a family at large. Who knew this rally would evolve to be so big as to attract riders around the globe. The residents of South Dakota are warm and loving, and it's always a pleasure to receive their kind embrace during rally season.

To me, the Miss Sturgis title is to celebrate all that goodness and to recognize the female motorcycle enthusiast who journeys to the beautiful Black Hills on her own ride. I'd like to take this title to new heights, encourage people to follow their dreams, and to share the title to promote great causes.

Peace and love, Sasha

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2008-02-22T15:35:00.000-06:00

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