Thanks to our generous speakeasy raffle donors!

The Miss-Fires first Speakeasy Fundraiser was a ROARING success!  We’ll soon have a follow up post with lots of lovely pics, but right now we just want to give a shout out and huge THANK YOU to all of the amazing companies that donated to our raffle!

5boroMLBAmigos Skateboards

Alison Cutlan JewelryAshleigh Ide PhotographyBeaner Bar

Bordeaux Under One RoofBlissThe Bowery Ballroom

Delta miles donated by Wolf & WilhelmineHeaddress SalonHeavy Leather

Five Stride Skate ShopHard Rider NYCPaint Box Salon

Iron and GloryRachel Quinn JewelryTar Pit Coffee Shop

stella & dotUnion GarageUrban Decay

Peacock & PineapplesVansTomahawk

FergusonTHREE KINGScotter pin gearhell on wheelsnippiesstance socksAlso, an extra special thanks to Park Luncheonette for donating and delivering a ton of delicious pizzas, to Lady Jay’s Bar for donating 480 beers (!!!), and to Tanteo Tequila for donating lots of bottles of Jalapeno Tequila!

park luncheonette

lady jaysTANTEOLast but not least, the event wouldn’t have even been possible if Val didn’t offer up Motorgrrl’s new space at 42 Dobbin Street, Brooklyn NY 11222.  Go check her out and ask about her winter storage offers!


The Speakeasy Benefit is less than a week away!

MF Cig girl

The Event: 1920′s/30′s themed party to raise funds for A GREAT cause. All proceeds at the event will go to help keep Kim’s mom’s autism clinic doors OPEN while she undergoes treatment for Cancer. You can also donate online HERE.
The Location: It wouldn’t be a speakeasy party if we told you…now would it?!
(follow our Instagram page @themissfires, and our facebook event Page HERE)
The Details: HOT BABES in flapper garb. Poker tables. Period correct cocktails. Insane Raffles. Cigarette Girls smoking indoors WILL BE permitted, with ventilation). 21 and over.

RSVP to to be put on an email list to get the location the morning of the event.

Spread the word, and see you there!

- The Miss-Fires

Ride with The Living Dead!

Ride With The Living Dead

As the woman behind Cine Meccanica and The Motorcycle Film Festival, it’s an understatement to say I spend a good amount of my time obsessing over motorcycle movies, and one that has always been a favorite, is the 1972 british classic, Psychomania. Outside of it being a fantastically macabre biker flick, the gang it portrays are The Living Dead, a group of hooligans who terrorize the countryside while attempting to obtain immortality. theres also an weird frog thing, an amazing funeral sequence, and the best damn helmets ever!

I’ve talked about making making myself a Living Dead helmet for years…but never did get around to doing it. So when I checked my Miss-Fires email earlier this month and saw that Miss-Fire Kim had taken it upon herself to make my movie nerd dream a Miss-Fire Halloween reality, i was beyond friggin’ stoked. And that email began the start of what will now be a yearly Miss-Fire tradition. Hope ya’ll can join us next year…and thanks again Kim!!



Prep. Me outlining helmets to be painted

10378151_595192377251661_5481090323814606853_nMy helmet. One Shot on a Daytona 3/4 Helmet and Echo Amber shorty shield.

10712758_10152552965489608_8624873523981690490_nKim and Suzanne. Pizza and paint.

10710806_595192753918290_7974085308813786181_nKara, Leslie and Amy prepping and watching Repo Man.

10314539_595192797251619_4725229774369097691_nThe plan coming together

10646961_10152558809424608_3987949408558843971_nHalloween night, The Living Dead have arrived!

10702240_10152558945614608_6557751070553475274_nHell yea!

10636331_10152559059569608_3487462758814538471_nRolling 14 or s deep through the streets of Brooklyn…

535916_10152558956279608_7140313930456528372_nMe and my Beezer, photo by Miss-Fire Val


1460176_10152785196435552_9027906212332852163_nMiss-Fire Slava, even the Living Dead need gas.

10629574_10205036053838107_8724967780385735423_nGorillas on hogs in the mist.

Actually it’s a smokey burn out courtesy of our friend Tom who just happened to roll by in his truck.

1497724_595455933891972_2316235429126794969_nSee you next year…when The Living Dead shall ride again!

Corinna Mantlo

1971 Yamaha At1 125, 1968 BSA 650, 1962 Ford Ranchero, 1971 BSA Victor 250 desert sled race bike.

Party like it’s 1932!


Remember the days of whispering secret passwords through door jams for illegal back room poker parties? Sipping gin from tea cups? cigarette girls and fancy dress? …Ok, i personally spent my early years doing just that. exactly. to a tee…but on a whole, no we’re as old as the days of Prohibition, but here we go!

So, if you ever wanted to see a Miss-Fire in a dress, smoking a cigar and sipping a fancy cocktail while playing poker, this is your chance. Not only will this benefit be one hell of a crazy night but it will also help a special lady in our girl Kim’s life. Her mom’s fight with breast cancer is threatening her business. Please don’t let cancer close the doors on her clinic for kids with Autism.

Please spread the word, come on out and spend some cash while having a blast. 100% of proceeds will go to Kim’s mum. And if you can’t make the event, it’s real easy to donate HERE.

*at the event, we will have card games, cocktails, snacks, and insane raffles! Join and share the Facebook Invite: The Miss-Fires Benefit Party to keep up to date with the raffle details, and we’ll announce the secret location of the party (in Brooklyn) right before the event.

10003959_593377354099830_1143152608617709700_n(Kim, being Kim. Photo by Amanda)

We love you Kim, let’s kick some Cancer ass in Miss-Fire Style!!

- Corinna “Miss1932″ Mantlo, proud Miss-Fire




It’s been 1 year already!

What do you get when you put  a ’94 Suzuki GS500, a 2012 Custom Iron 883, a 1972 CL350 Scrambler, a 1968 BSA 650, a 1987 Suzuki Intruder VS700GL, a motorcycle shop owner,  a vintage brake-less 250 flat track racer and a 1959 Ford TBird  together.  Well, on Oct 22, 2013, one fateful fall evening, a year ago that’s exactly what happened –  a small group of avid motorcycle and car enthusiasts went on a ride and had dinner. This was no ordinary gathering of a bunch of bad ass beauties:  This was the beginning of The Miss Fires.  A Brooklyn, NY based Motorcycle Club/Car Club (MC/CC) was born.

HappyAnniversary MF _0

Erika ’94 Suzuki GS500, Rachel 2012 Custom Iron 883, Kim 1972 CL350 Scrambler, Corinna 1968 BSA 650, Ashleigh 1987 Suzuki Intruder VS700GL, Val owner of MotorGrrl, Kara vintage brake-less 250 flat track racer and Lori 1959 Ford TBird.

We are supporters of the community and especially of each other.10524316_10204423524698169_7931748305384206954_n

Tech Night Anyone?


There are no rules, just traditions:

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Getting in trouble with this gang is always a blast!


We are race car drivers, musicians, moms, sisters, aunts, founders and co-founders, designers, writers, photographers, entrepreneurs, horticulturist and probably everything in between. I cannot be prouder of these adventurous, breaking boundaries, pioneering woman who come from  across the globe, the country and NYC to ride and wrench together.  These bad ass beauties are truly inspirational.   I am proud to be a Miss Fire!  I’d like to thank each and everyone one of you for being a part of this crazy obsession for hot rods and motorcycle mania, sharing your fire and making a difference in all of our lives.  Happy Anniversary!

Valerie Figarella, proud Miss Fire and owner of MotorGrrl

1978 Yamaha XS650 Street Tracker, 2003 Honda Shadow Spirit VT750, 1983 Iron Head 1000

Miss-Fires Gone Wild Wood

Easy wins at TROG  Photo: Amy Maxmen

Easy wins at TROG Photo: Amy Maxmen

I’m told The Miss-Fires are into cars, and not just bikes. But I don’t own a car and don’t know squat about them. Corinna, however, owns a beautiful blue ’62 Ford Ranchero, and when she offered to drive me down to The Race of Gentlemen, I couldn’t think of a decent reason not to join her.

Corinna with her Ranchero in Wildwood. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Corinna with her Ranchero in Wildwood. Photo: Amy Maxmen

In The Race of Gentlemen, hot rods race along the beach in Wildwood, New Jersey, just after the tide goes out, while the sand is still compact. I took a bunch of photos, and to figure out what I was looking at I called a friend of mine who edits the hot rod magazine Mag-neto, Tony Dowers. He designed the posters and pamphlets for the race, and everything he’s told me is in italics below.

Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG 999. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Sketch is the guy who owns this ‘33 or ’34 Ford with a flathead V8 engine. It’s a really old racing car that’s been in this condition for a long time.

I have no idea why the guy lining up the cars is wearing a tuxedo. The Race of Gentlemen is kind of like an old-timey circus. When Mel [the event organizer] asked me to do the graphics, he sent me circus posters for inspiration. He tends to surround himself with characters.

Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG 81. Photo: Amy Maxmen

“81” has some beautiful design features, like that little lip in the frame, stretching from under the “8” up towards the exhaust pipe. The car is a 1930 Ford Model A roadster on a deuce frame, which they made for just one year in 1932. In the late 1940s, this combination of a Model A body with a flathead V8 engine—an AV8—was really popular. That’s the time period when hot rods started getting really fast. People had been hot rodding as soon as cars were invented—they were hopping up their Model T’s as early as 1918—but their cars were still pretty slow until the late 40s.

TROG "Scratchy". Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG “Scratchy”. Photo: Amy Maxmen

“Rolling Bones” is a hot rod group from upstate New York. Every year, they drive their cars to the Bonneville salt-flats in Utah. For some reason they named this car Scratchy. It’s is a 1932 Ford Tree Window Coupe, with an Italian flathead SCOT Blower engine. Basically, the carburetors sit on blowers, and the blowers spin around and force the gas and air into the engine at a much higher velocity than regular carburetors on their own.

He’s chopped the roof down to make the car more aerodynamic and to make it look more racy. Ford built these super tall roofs so that men could wear their tall hats while driving. No one wears hats like that anymore.

TROG 667. Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG 667. Photo: Amy Maxmen

This guy’s such a bad ass. He usually drove around with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. And that number, “667,” is great. He’s got one up on the devil. He’s driving a 1930 Model A roadster with a flathead V8 engine. Henry Ford came out with that engine in 1932, and it was so versatile that everyone started modifying it to go faster. This driver added extra carburetors, to allow more fuel and air mixture into the engine. And then he had to modify the engine to use up all that extra mixture, like put straight pipes on it—which is why it’s super loud.

TROG Speedster. Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG Speedster. Photo: Amy Maxmen

 That’s Corinna, she’s the Miss-Fire that convinced us to all come down to the race.

She’s watching a speedster race by. “Speedster” is just old-fashioned carnie slang. Or you call this car a gow job—an early term for hot rod. There are different theories on what that means, I like to think it means Go! Get Up and Go! This gow job looks like it’s from the 1920s.

TROG 167. Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG 167. Photo: Amy Maxmen

I love this car. It’s one of my favorites. It’s a 1927 Model T with a 1951 flathead V8 engine. I like it because it’s the epitome of a 1950s racecar with punky black and white flames it. Flames were like this back then, before airbrushing allowed you to get so detailed and colorful. Once airbrushes hit the scene in the 60s, everything got candy colored. If this photo were in black and white, you’d have no idea you took it last week.


I couldn't resist.

I couldn’t resist.


TROG 117. Photo: Amy Maxmen

“117” is a crazy modified 1927 Model T with an aerodynamic nose on the front. The driver looks so goofy way up in front because the engine is behind him. But it makes sense to put the engine in the rear because you can get more traction that way—since these are all rear-wheel drive cars. I’m not sure why more cars aren’t built with engines in the back. Chevy tried it in the 60s and it just flopped. Maybe Americans just like sticking with what they know.

TROG Amanda Miss-Fire. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Amanda at TROG. Photo: Amy Maxmen

This is Amanda Haase at the starting line of the race. Anything to see here?

Check out that ’32 Sedan with the white and black combination. Those were considered family cars back in the day.

TROG. Photo: Amy Maxmen

TROG. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Last year this speedster with a banger engine won the overall race. The driver comes all the way out from Washington state. He just nailed it last year, but this year I heard he had car problems. He had the engine splayed apart in the hotel parking lot Friday night.

TROG Miss-Fires. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Amanda and Corinna, with bunny ears, at TROG. Photo: Amy Maxmen


TROG Miss-Fires. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Amanda, Suzanne, Corinna at TROG. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Here are my girls, watching the races. We had a pretty memorable night. It involved moonshine, sand storms, the Ranchero, the Ranchero, the Ranchero, small-town cops, some dude with a cane. I woke up with sand in my ears and Twizzlers in my purse.

Why aren’t you all racing? Your club needs to get an early motorcycle and race it. 1948 is the cut off. I’ll put you in touch with the right people.

Truth. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Truth. Photo: Amy Maxmen

Never truer words. Miss-Fires + TROG combo does not disappoint.

— Amy Maxmen (posting through Val’s account. Thanks, Val!)

Stories of Bike

I’ve heard that either life happens to you or you happen to life. I often find myself bouncing between a healthy mix of the two. I thrive on new experiences yet love the surprise of things outside my control. I timidly joined the Miss-Fires crew earlier this year without knowing a single member, and I often reflect on and appreciate the special friendships I have made and the countless days of fun we have had together since. I continue to be amazed at how my life has taken a turn for the better.

Through this lovely group of ladies, I was informed of an opportunity to be part of a special project undertaken by the talented Cam Elkins, a filmmaker based in Sydney, Australia. He was coming to New York for the showing of two of his films in the Motorcycle Film Festival and wanted to shoot an episode for his web-based series, Stories of Bike, while in New York. I admittedly knew nothing about Cam’s project at the time, but the idea sounded like fun so I spontaneously put together an application and sent him some photos. To my surprise, he contacted me a few days later to say I’d been selected.

Photo by Hayley Reed

Photo by Hayley Reed

Wasn’t there someone with a more compelling story than mine? Wasn’t there a rider who’s father’s dying wish was that his son carry on the tradition to ride like they had spent their lives doing together? At first I was excited. Then nerves set in. I never thought of myself as a natural in front of cameras, and I doubted my ability to provide an interesting experience for Cam and his viewers. But there was no turning back so I disregarded my concerns, went with the flow and followed his lead. Then I called my best friend, Jill, who owns a salon and spa in Oklahoma to get her to fly to New York for moral support and beauty assistance.

Cam arrived a week later and wanted to have an informal dinner together before shooting began in order to get acquainted with each other so I took him to a local favorite in Wlliamsburg, where I live. He greeted me with a friendly hug, and I immediately found him incredibly easy to talk to. His down-to-earth vibe comforted me and peaked my interest in his life. Reversing the roles a bit, I inquired extensively about his life and experience with photography. At that point, I had finally watched one of his episodes, thinking I should probably educate myself on my upcoming adventure, and I found the show to be incredibly professional so was surprised to learn he had been working solo for a year and a half. This guy’s ambition and creativity impressed the hell out of me. The rest of the evening was absent of any awkward silences and full of laughs and story sharing. Any remaining nerves were completely shattered, and all I could anticipate was the fun that laid ahead.

Two days later, shooting began. A local cinematographer, Brian Stansfield, had contacted Cam to offer support to his project, and Cam agreed after recognizing some benefits. It would be the first time Cam collaborated with someone on Stories of Bike. Brian and Cam showed up at my apartment with loads of equipment at dusk after a rainy day, just when the clouds were beginning to clear. We b-lined it to my rooftop where the orange sun seeped through a cloud clearance over Manhattan creating a fiery halo over the city with multiple rainbows above. The timing could not have been more perfect for cityscape footage for the show.

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Jill Johnson

Photo by Jill Johnson

Once the sun settled on the other side of New Jersey, we retreated back inside where setup began for the interview portion. They converted my living room into a temporary studio complete with professional lights, cameras and makeup. I sat with a camera in my face for three hours while getting drilled about my relationship with my Bonneville and how it has transformed my life in New York City.

Cam and Brian

Cam and Brian

To some questions, my answers came easily. To others, I found myself struggling to articulate sentiments that coincided with Cam’s vision of my story. Notwithstanding the speed bumps that littered the interview, my answer to Cam’s final question came out emotively and without hesitation. He showed his approval with a big smile and a thumb’s up. Once the camera stopped recording, he shouted a loud “Yeah!!”, which gave me a strong feeling of relief and accomplishment, and I stood up to give him an enthusiastic high five. Then I wiped off my makeup and we went for tacos.

The next phase of shooting was the “b-roll” (the alternate footage intercut with the interview, for those who need to google it like I did). We rented a minivan that Jill drove around with Cam and Brian shooting from the back with the trunk wide open.

Brian and his partner

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Jill Johnson

Photo by Jill Johnson

Pausing for a photo op

Photo by Jill Johnson

I followed them around Williamsburg on a sunny and lively Saturday morning while pedestrians watched with curiosity. Then I had to head to band rehearsal, which Cam wanted to get footage of, so we swung by Susan’s place (the singer/songwriter of the band). The two of us straddled the bike with our guitars slung over our backs, followed the minivan and headed to our rehearsal space in Bushwick.

The next day, Cam suggested I get some friends to ride with me at the Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride so I recruited some Triumph-riding girls to join me in dressing dapper for the occasion.

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Cam Elkins

After getting some cool footage again riding behind the minivan on the way over to the meeting point in the West Village, we pulled up to join about 100 bikes just before departure time. I immediately noticed that we and a couple of other Miss-Fires who met us there were the only girls riding bikes. I spotted two other dapper girls daringly adorned in short dresses riding on the backs of others, but our gang definitely skewed the gender ratio.

Adriana in the front!

Adriana in the front!

Photo by Cam Elkins

Photo by Cam Elkins

We had a blast riding through the city streets garbed as we were. The highlight for me, surprisingly, was the route through Times Square where almost everyone stopped to watch and take pictures of remarkably well-dressed people overtaking the tourist haven on vintage-style bikes. I couldn’t help but take advantage of the attention to show off a little and do some tricks on my bike, such as standing up on the pegs (my bravery only goes so far). Unfortunately, Cam and Brian only got footage during the meeting points, so this scene will have to live on in the memories of those present and in this blog post. They did however, get the best shot of the group photo we took at Washington Square Park.

Photo by Brian Stansfield

Photo by Brian Stansfield

Cam had to depart New York a couple of days later and we didn’t get the chance to finish shooting, so I’ll be meeting with Brian soon to wrap that up. I’ll definitely be missing Cam’s presence though. We spent the days shooting so focused on the experience that we often forgot to feed ourselves. My mind was completely consumed by the fun I was having and the project we were working on. Between the work we did in making the episode, the time spent at the Motorcycle Film Festival and evening dinners and rides, the experience surpassed all my wildest expectations all because of the great new friend I had made. After seeing some still shots of the footage and hearing Cam’s excitement over it, I think the final product will be incredible. Stay tuned!

Photo by Brian Stansfield

Photo by Brian Stansfield

By Kristen Reed