1st annual ‘Split’n Lanes & Dodgin’ Gutters’ Classic Motorcycle Show

10387322_10152208523939608_8684991690218757340_nIt was a great honor to be included in the first annual classic motorcycle show ‘Splittin’ Lanes & Dodgin’ Gutters’ at Brooklyn Bowl a few weeks ago.

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Me and my 1968-ish hot rod BSA joined an amazing lineup of rare antique motorcycles.

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from a 1923 Nera-Car, shown above…

(incidently, this photo was chosen by Brooklyn Bowl on Instagram as the best photo posted that day and won me two tickets to see Dick Dale and my dear friends Screamin’ Rebel Angels in August. Woohoo!)

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…to a rare Velocette that is still raced on the track by it’s owner, a lovely BSA Victor 441 built by Fifty 50 Cycles (who recently did some custom fab work for my Beezer). and who’s  CUSTOM SEAT I made for them.

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A ’57 BSA Goldstar Flattracker built by Sixth Street Specials (that i also a CUSTOM SEAT for)  and a ’39 flathead Harley (shown above) built by Keino Cycles and painted by Skratch’s Garage. This bike belonging to a friend was by far my favorite from the show and a perfect example of a perfect, tastefully done, period correct custom bob.

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It was a great day with great friends including my darling Miss-Fires who are always up for a ride and bike show, but who more importantly support me endlessly. It was wonderful to have them there.

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Nothing makes me happier to see the majority of these bikes arrive on their own volition, ’cause bikes are meant for riding!

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Check out this awesome video of the show.

 

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Corinna Mantlo

1968 BSA Lightning 650, 1971 BSA Victor 250, 1971 Yamaha AT1 125, 1962 Ford Ranchero

Can Nice Girls Win (Races)?

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Miss-Fire Julia L!

Julia Landauer knew she wanted to be a professional car racer by the time she was 12 years old. She caught the racing bug at age 10 in go-karts and transitioned from karts to racecars at age 13, when she joined the Skip Barber Racing Series, and made history at age 14, as the youngest and first female driving champion of that series. She never looked back.

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She’s also raced Formula BMW, Ford Focus Midgets — where she won in her first season. While holding a NASCAR license Julia raced in the NASCAR Whelen All-American Series and is now winning in the U.S. Legend Cars Series in California and New York.

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At the end of high school Julia knew that she would benefit from a college education, both personally and professionally. In June she will graduate from Stanford University with a B.S. in Science, Technology and Society. Having always been fascinated by the human-machine interaction at the heart of racecar driving, Julia wants other people to experience that thrill. She is taking an interdisciplinary approach to her education to better understand the many ways that people can utilize technology to make their lives better. She is developing JLR as a platform to then implement technological advancements for the masses.

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The next step is to move to Charlotte, North Carolina to integrate with the NASCAR world and continue pursuing her dream of becoming the first woman to win a NASCAR Sprint Cup Series race.

 

Can Nice Girls Win (Races)?: Julia Landauer at TEDxStanford

The Shakedown Show

 

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We were stoked that our good friends,  The Shakedown Show asked us to lead a pack of 40+ bikes from Brooklyn out to The Railroad Inn in Valley Stream for their first annual parking lot show. So, bright and early Saturday morning, we scooted over to Lady Jay’s for coffee and bagels.

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Lady Jay’s is the home of my weekly vehicular movie night, Cine Meccanica and an organizer of The Shakedown Show. Needless to say it’s an establishment that caters to motorcyclists, but it was pretty impressive to see the turn out and to get to hang with a bunch of friends before hitting the road.

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Scottie and Jack…serious coffee motobike talk in the backyard at Lady Jay’s

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Miss-Fires Suzanne led the ride on her Ducati Monster and though we ride together on the regular, it was a blast being up front with her on my vintage Beezer for the quick but fun 20 mile ride to the show.

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Miss-Fires (left to right): Corinna (me) and Kim

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Miss-Fires Rachael I. and Leslie were on hand in Leslie’s rad 1964 Chevy C20 pickup with her 1966 Honda Superhawk “DUMMY” in the back to showcase their custom leather goods; travel bags, gas can holsters, blanket straps, and custom Makeup and tool rolls. Can’t wait to get my custom gear!

Check out these badass moto accessories on their website DOOMED Darlings.

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photo 1It was an amazing day of bikes and classic cars under the welcome shade of the railroad station, just opposite the home of The Shakedown Show at The Railroad Inn. Suntanned, tired and happy, we hit the road back to Brooklyn to party late into the night back at Lady Jay’s where there was cold beer and free BBQ and the Sailor Jerry airstream waiting for us. What more could you want out of a Memorial Day Sunday!

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The Miss-Fires (top row): Corinna (me), Kim, Leslie, Val, (bottom row): Nikki, Suzanne, Amanda, Rachael, Jack (friend of the Miss-Fires), Robyn…and the best photo bomber EVER.

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Huge thanks to Billy, Myles, Nikki, Devin, Railroad Inn, and Lady Jay’s for pulling off a great show and see you next year!

Corinna Mantlo

1968 BSA Lightning 650, 1971 BSA Victor 250, 1971 Yamaha AT1 125, 1962 Ford Ranchero

SO YOU WANT TO RIDE OFF-ROAD PART 2

Or maybe I should title this, “What not to do the first day you do an off-road event” or “What to do when you’re in over your head”. The phrases of this ride were still “I’ll try this“, but added to that were “I don’t know how” and “Oh shit“. I wasn’t sure what to expect on my first off-road event, which there is a correction from part 1. This event was sponsored by the Berkshire Trail Riders Association , not NETRA , but they tend to overlap in some ways. Anyhow, I was pretty psyched to try my first trail ride.

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We loaded up the bikes into the truck and took off for Tolland, MA on Friday to settle in the night before the ride. There was an option to camp out on a farm, but someone in our group found us a nice cabin to rent. We sure were glad to have a cozy place to sleep that night because it rained cats and dogs all night and into the early morning. We were wondering what that much rain would do to the trails we were about to ride Saturday morning. Luckily the following day was crisp and clear with plenty of sunshine.

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We headed where they would hold the rider’s meeting at 9:00 AM to go over rules and helpful information about the routes we were about to adventure onto. We were given route sheets with turn by turn instructions and descriptions of the terrain. Most roads were gravel and dirt and some pavement to get from section to section. Mixed in were “Hero Level” sections that if you had the know-how and the right bike, you could go be challenged. To give you and idea of what that is, here is the description they gave with the packet:

HERO LEVEL DESIGNATIONS:

LEVEL 1: Loose gravel/sand; shallow water/mud with firm bottom

LEVEL 2: Rocky; deep water/mud with firm bottom

LEVEL 3: Deep ruts; deep washouts; large rocks, logs; deep water/ mud soft bottom

LEVEL 4: Ledge; rocks the size of Volkswagens; deep long water crossings; bottomless mud holes, greasy, exposed roots

LEVEL 5: It doesn’t get any worse than this. Don’t go alone. NO BIG BIKES!

After going over the packet the night before, we decided who would ride what. Since I was the newbiest, I was to ride with our friend J. who said he’d like to take it easy and wouldn’t mind being my mentor. He had his Transalp with street tires, so he didn’t mind taking the easier roads. Peter also decided to ride with us, since he felt he didn’t have as much experience either. Don and Dan, who had dual sports with street tires, also ended up riding in our group of five. Jason and Adam decided they would try the “Hero-Level” sections of the route, so they teamed up together. As I looked around the riders at the meeting, I could kinda tell who would be the daredevils. Lots of knobby wheels and armor that resembled exo- skeletons.

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I was glad to notice I wasn’t the only lady-rider. Some seemed like me, just trying this out, and some seemed like seasoned pros.

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There was a que to head out to the trails so we didn’t get all bunched up. Jason and Adam took off sooner while our merry band of five waited a while, since we knew we’d be slower. J. took the lead with me in tow and we headed out. Most of the roads were a lot like the dirt roads back by the cabin, and even easier. J. suggested that we start there and if I felt I could try something more challenging, then we could do that. I was having a blast, letting the tires slip about a bit. But we were told to not be jerks, since these were residential areas and trail rider associations are already on thin ice. So if there were mailboxes, keep it down, please. So not so much sliding about for me like I was back by the cabin, but I was still letting it slide a little bit.

I believe we came through a few level 1 sections, and then right before lunch, I met my first challenge. It wasn’t marked on the route sheet as a Hero Section for some reason, but J. and the guys think it seemed between a level 2 and 3. There was a mix of tennis ball and baby head sized rocks with water flowing through and some mud. I felt worried at first, but was glad to have knobbies and made it through to other side with some bumping and sliding. It even was fun after a few minutes once I figured out how to control the bike by getting off the seat and up on my pegs… like riding a horse. I was even given the glorious scene of men peeing into the ravine at the end of hero section. The surprise hero trail must’ve shook the piss out of them or something.

After a lunch break, we headed back to continue the route. J. stopped near a Hero Level 2.5 and asked me if I wanted to try that. It would have deep water and a rocky downhill. I was feeling uncertain about it, since the last hero section tired me out. I said, “I don’t know… I’m feeling intimidated.” J. walked over to the guys and asked something… I could see them shrugging. So he asked me again and I said, “Well, I guess I could take a look and see what happens.” We came up to the start of the section and there was a large puddle with a lot of mud. J. went right in and crossed at the side.. his feet up to the ankles in mud and his bike sputtering and churning to the other side. I’m muttering into my helmet, “Oh shit.” I look back at the guys and they are looking at me wide-eyed as if, “If she does it, we’ll do it.”

So I take my knobbied-self and get in the mud. What do you know… the bike could care less and made it over without dropping me into the puddle. Great! Let’s give this a whirl! Then I look back and Don is on his side against a rock with his bike pinning him down. “Oh shit!” We help him up and he’s ok. “Are you sure this is a level 2.5? Maybe we should turn back with these street-tired bikes.” But peer pressure ramps up and Dan says, “This isn’t enough to turn me back yet.” So off we go over some rocks like the previous hero I went over before lunch. Then we come up to rocky covered hill that runs upward. There are about three waist-high boulder/ledges with water running over them. I wish I had taken a picture, but I was too busy panicking.

“Oh shit! I don’t know how to do that!” J. says… “Just remember to keep your momentum going… don’t stop, just keep going!” Then he climbs right up those ledges with street tires. I look back… the same wide-eyed guys “If she does it, I’ll do it.” Oh man… I should’ve stopped there. Because I knew once I went up, I’d be like a cat stuck in a tree without knowing how to get down. But up I go…. and my bike stalls right before the rock ledges.

“I don’t know how to do this. I don’t think I can get up there.” J. comes back and say, “Come on, don’t wuss out on me now!”… “Oh shit. Ok… I don’t know what to do though, J.” So he tells me to follow his line… and he shows me by walking over the ledges… and also sliding on them since they are wet. “Ok, Erika… I did this with street tires, it’s not as bad as it looks. Now back up by Don and get your momentum going and follow that line.” So I back up, block the voice of reason out of my head… and I charge forward. I stand up on the pegs with my weight forward and up the bike goes! Right over all three ledges. Yahooo!! Then… Thud… whack. I hit a rut and fall over and smack my head on a rock. Luckily I wasn’t hurt… my back protection I just bought recently and my helmet did their job. But I was feeling pissed off.

Why in the hell did I fall for peer pressure? Whey didn’t I follow my instincts and turn back? This is just stupid! Then the guys come up and say… “You did it girl! And you looked good doing it!” Well… heh heh… ok then.. I guess I did do that insane climb. So I continue on, mostly because I don’t know how to get back down. But we come across a very large puddle, bigger than the first one. Some guys from different group come up behind us and we let them go through… and they plow through… get stuck… sputter in knee deep water… and with difficulty manage to get to the other side.

J. says, “Ok Erika, you go first.” This time I say, “No way! I’m not doing that! I don’t know how.” So J. gets on my bike… gets stuck, but managed to get it through… you know… with knobbies and all. I find out later he also took it through a second water crossing up ahead. The guys then proceed to get stuck one by one with street tires, but with help get through.

At this point, only J’s bike is on the other side and as he contemplates that, Adam appears. Now I know for sure that I’m in over my head if he’s showing up. Not that my inner voice wasn’t screaming at me the whole time, “You big dumb dumb!” Anyhow, I wait to see what strategy he will take, and he goes straight through the middle. I think this area would probably not have been so bad, but since there was so much rain it was worse than usual. Adam get stuck in the mud right in middle. The bike sputters and dies, flooded.

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At this point, I start to wonder where Jason is. “Hey, where’s Jason?”. “He’s right behind me, maybe he stalled or something.” That isn’t too far-fetched. He had a kick starter, so he may be wrestling with that on a hill. I don’t think too much about it until another 15 minutes go by. “Maybe we should look for him.” But right at that moment he comes up over the hill. We show him where not to cross, now that we watched so many get stuck in there earlier. He looks at me with surprise probably thinking, “What the heck is she doing here?” He crosses and sits down by a tree. “I think I sprained something, I stalled on that ledge and came down on my foot. I’m going to make like Rip Van Winkle under this tree for  little bit.”

Long story short, the guys take some straps Jason had on him and pull Adam backward out of the mud. He managed to get it started, but goes back the way he came while J. followed behind him to make sure he got back alright. I tried to get through the rest of the Hero section, fell over again, and became completely defeated. Jason rode it down most of the way and walked back up for his bike, which I feel bad about now that I know his foot is broken. Peter rode it another section to help out. Once we got to a section that resembled the first Hero section, I took it the rest of way through that.

Lessons, I learned so many lessons. Peer pressure… at my age. I am amazed that still works on me, but now I know it does. Mind over matter… keeping my mind on the task at hand worked wonders. Being defeated… don’t be too hard on myself and just take away what I learned from it. Will I do Hero Sections again? Probably not in the near future. Will I give up on riding dirt bikes? Not likely, I had too much fun at times to drop it completely. But I won’t soon forget how unpredictable things can end up.

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So You Want to Ride Off-Road part 1

Or maybe I should title this “So you want to try off-roading?” I never have considered it much in the past, just looks like a bunch of frustration trying to go over boulders and getting stuck in the mud. Meh, not for me. I’ll stick to the pavement. But then a couple of years ago someone asked me to get in the van, as Corinna put it in a previous post.

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“We’re signing up for American Supercamp, who wants in?” I looked it up online and, “I don’t know, that looks insane!”, I thought. I had heard of flat track racing, but never thought I would want to try it. But I did. I wanted to at least try it and if it wasn’t for me, then at least I could say I did something insane. So along with Beth, Val, Corinna, and Jason, we signed up and gave it a whirl.

It was my first time on a dirt bike ever, and I loved it. Of course, I was getting instruction from pros like Chris Carr, and a team of instructors who made it more about having fun than about drilling it into us. Well, they did drill it into us, but they never made us feel bad for falling over. The attitude was more like, “Well, now that you got that over with, you realize it’s not so bad to fall.” Which was true, other than a bruise. The fear was gone so it left room in my head to take more risks and really start sliding about in the dirt. I could see who fell and who hadn’t fallen yet, as in I was passing pre-fallen students. Until they fell… then it was game over and soon I was getting dirt flung back in my face. It was a dirty good time for my first introduction to dirt bikes.

I haven’t been on a dirt bike since. However, I have been looking at Jason’s dirt bike in a new light. He frequents trail rides with his friend Jay as often as he can escape the city. He leaves at the crack of dawn and comes back a couple of days later covered in dirt and grinning ear to ear. I finally tell him, “You know, I think I want to try that. I could try that at least once and if it’s not for me, then at least I could say I got some tires dirty.” Of course, I have absolutely zero experience trail riding and am not entertaining expectations of blipping over some logs with ease, but maybe I could try the bunny hill version of trail riding. I thought at first he would avoid the notion in order to have his alone time. But to my surprise, he found a dirt bike for me to “borrow”.

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I was really excited when I saw that! It’s the larger version of the bikes we rode in American Supercamp. He told me about a NETRA event coming up in May in the Berkshires. There will be trails and dirt roads that he thinks I could handle, and some more advanced “hero” trails for those who are crazy in the head, which he will do. Sure! I’ll try that!

I finally got to play around with the Yamaha this past weekend. We have been watching a cabin upstate for some friends and thought it would be the perfect place to get my feet wet. There are plenty of dirt roads back there, as well as a few trails. So we unload his and hers dirtbikes… ha… and I go to get on, and realize… ummm. “I don’t know how to trail ride. Got any tips before I go bruise myself?”

“First thing… to get on, you put the kickstand up and turn the wheel away from you, so the seat comes down low enough so you can swing your leg over. Then straighten the wheel and there you have it.” So I do this, with a little difficulty. I don’t have proper dirt bike gear, since I’m only trying this out. I borrowed his AD1 pants for knee protection, but they are not gusseted and made it hard to ballerina onto the bike. But I managed to do it anyway. I notice I’m tippy toed, and I’m not a shorty at 5’8″ with a 32″ inseam. But that’s ok, the bike is light and I don’t feel any danger.

“When you go down a hill, put your butt farther back over the rear wheel, and maybe be up on your haunches like you’re riding a horse if the terrain is rougher. That way traction stays in the back and you can let the bike do what it needs to do without being jostled about. I see we’re at the top of Cardiac Hill, maybe I should ride yours down this one since it is more advanced. For now, just ride back and forth up here where it’s flat to get  a feel for the bike.”

Cardiac Hill was named by the owners of the cabin. It’s a steep hill with deep rain ruts that can swallow a tire. Walking up that hill with backpacks and gear make you feel like you’re going to have a heart attack. So I do as he says and go back and forth a few time. BORRRING!

“Hey, I want to try going down this hill. What’s the worst that could happen? I fall over and get a bruise?” He has me follow him, and I get on my haunches with my butt in back and the bike just goes right down. I got the rear tire into one of the ruts and the front tire to the side, and I think I’m going to eat dirt, but instead I released my tension and let it go do it’s thing. It was indeed like riding a horse and the bike galloped down the hill without throwing me. The rest of the roads back there are fairly easy with small hills and dips and turns. I can’t resist flat tracking it. Jason was riding pretty slow, I thought because he thought I would want to go slow. (He really just didn’t want to piss off the neighbors) So I pass him and slide in the turns and have a great old time.

When we returned to Cardiac Hill later that day, I remembered what he told me about going up steep hills. Thank God because I scared myself a little trying to chase him up that thing.

“When you go up a hill, or when you’re slowing down, it’s not like flat tracking. You put your weight forward over the handle bars to keep the front end down. If you have to, stand up on the pegs and keep the weight forward.”

So after passing him so rudely earlier, he came flying up from behind me and passed me on that hill. I had a streak of competitive attitude and followed him up. The bike was about to go out of control, so I stood up on the pegs and put my weight over the front end. It was rough, but I made it up that hill without bruises. I followed him into the woods where the trails narrowed a bit and there are uneven paths and brush. I was taking it with a lot less attitude. Mainly because I realized I have no skills going slowly over rocks and up steep angled hills. I kept stalling the bike and completely fizzled.

Jason was looking down at me through the brush waiting. Oh well… I got that far before my 43-yr-old thighs gave out. I came to realize 2 things. 1. I really enjoyed that. 2. I’ll need to do more squats.

 

A glimpse at today’s incredible raffle prizes!

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Today’s the day!  Tar Pit Presents Locally Brewed III begins at 11am!  Here is a list of great prizes for our sweet swag raffle.  We’ll be choosing the winners at 5pm tonight, so come out early to buy your tickets!  $2.00 per ticket and you could go home with one of the following:

 

 

We’re also having a yummy bake sale!  Cookies and chocolates shaped like motorcycles!! Whoop!

See you there!

 

Donate to win the Grand Prize!

Tomorrow is the big day!  The Miss-Fires will be at Tar Pit Presents: Locally Brewed III to team up with member owner Kerry to raise money for local charity Hosh Kids!  We’re having a bake sale, a 50/50 raffle and we have over a dozen great items to raffle off, including the amazing grand prize below.

If  you cannot make it to the Tar Pit coffee shop to buy a raffle, you’re in luck!  Here’s your chance to still be in the running for the grand prize!  You have until 5pm Saturday, May 10th to enter using the paypal link below.

 

Grand Prize:  Ladies riding gear set – Jacket, helmet and gloves donated by Ducati Triumph NYC!  $3.00 per raffle

 

Dainese women’s vintage textile jacket in gray

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Dainese textile reinforced short- style gloves

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Shoei Qwest helmet

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To be in the running for the Grand Prize, please click on the link below.  Purchase as many as you want, just donate in multiples of $3.00!

Please include your email address and telephone number at payment so we know where to contact you if you win!  We’ll let you know by 7pm tomorrow night. Good luck!

 

 

 

The Miss-Fires in The New York Times

A few months ago on a Sunday evening I went to a birthday party. In between gluttonous bites and gulps of cake and beer I began noticing that some people were getting interested in what I had to say about The Miss-Fires; mainly a writer friend named Jessica Weisberg. A week later Jess emailed me asking if it was ok to present The Miss-Fires to her editor at The New York Times as a unique community group that represents strong unity in this inhospitable metropolitan cesspool.

Did she say that exactly?

No, it was more like, “So, I was talking with my editor at the Times and she really wants more stories about unexpected communities in New York City: groups that make the city seem smaller and friendlier than its reputation suggests. I immediately thought of the Misfires. And I’m wondering if you guys would be interested in being covered in the Times metro-section.”

After reading just her first sentence I as well immediately thought, ‘The Miss-Fires!’ When the rest of The Miss-Fires read that they also immediately thought, ‘The Miss-Fires!’

With resounding AYEs we set a date to meet with Jess and have a photo shoot:  Saturday, March 21st starting at MotorGrrl. Since this was to be the first ride of the season for many of us some had trouble getting our bikes to the garage that morning.  In Red Hook Alison’s Moto Guzzi wasn’t starting so Val sent a van for it to be picked up and brought to Williamsburg. Across the river Kristin was having concerns with the fuel line on her Triumph, and at Erika and Jason’s garage in Park Slope my Intruder’s battery was drained and had to be juiced. Stephanie’s bike was just all in pieces at a different garage. So guess what we did… Got our asses to MotorGrrl that’s what!  Either in a van, through mechanical fortitude, or on the back of another lady’s bike, we came out in numbers and the rest of the day was just perfect.

We started by heading up to the Greenpoint waterfront for a big group shot at the river with Manhattan as a backdrop.  Did I mention that the Times sent Pulitzer Prize winning staff photographer Todd Heisler to photograph the story?  Oh, sorry.  The Times definitely sent Pulitzer Prize winning staff photographer Todd Heisler to photograph the story.  He had a comfortable home on the back of Val’s Honda Shadow and was snapping away while she rolled up alongside some of the ladies for some Speed Racer action shots. Jessica rode on the back with me and though she used to ride, was outfitted, and we were going relatively slow, all I could think was, “Ben is going to kill me.” …her husband.

Beep beeps and hey heys and we found a spot at the end of Green Street and began to assemble our bodies and bikes in some sort of photographable cluster and soon, the sun popped.

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Todd seemed happy with the shot and we relaxed but we weren’t about to go home. Oh no. To The Crab Shack! And Jess and Todd were coming with us!

To be continued…!

The Miss-Fires give back!

The Miss-Fires are joining forces with the owners of Tar Pit coffee shop for a day of art, food, booze, motorcycles and charity!

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The Tar Pit coffee shop holds its annual event, Locally Brewed, next Saturday, May 10th from 11am-9pm. The event hopes to cultivate new relationships within the community by introducing local artists and making their art more accessible for the general passerby. They also hope that it inspires communication within the neighborhood fostering new friendships and continuing existing ones.

The six selected artists have been given a predetermined theme a few weeks in advance and work within a selected color palette. Functioning raised panel garage doors serve as the canvas. The artists will be placed in a sequential order and will complete their paintings as a live performance.  This year’s theme is MOTORCYCLES!

There will be food by Yeah Dawg! and Cake Thieves. Sixpoints is getting some brewski. There will also be a band or two.

The Miss-Fires will be on hand to help raise money for a local charity: Hosh Kids – Hosh is a local yoga studio that sends its teachers to local schools to provide children with sessions of yoga and meditation.  During these sessions they also teach very important lessons on mindfulness. The owner said that if we could raise $800, that it would be enough to provide one local school with one semester of practice.

We’ll be having a bake sale (cookies in the shapes of tools! Yes!), a 50/50 raffle and a regular raffle with gift certificates from local restaurants, hair salons, tattoo shops  and other establishments.  Other great raffle prizes include lots of moto related items including some gear graciously donated by Val of Motorgrrl Garage and moto accessories from Corinna at Via Meccancia.  This could be your chance to get on the guest list for a Bowery show or snag some gear that you’ve been meaning to purchase.   You might even walk away with a great gift for mom (Mother’s day is Sunday!).

We’ll make room for Moto parking!  We welcome respectful bikers of all stripes.

When:  Saturday, May 10th, 11am-9pm

Where: Tar Pit coffee shop, 135 Woodpoint Rd, Brooklyn, New York 11222

What:  Tar Pit Presents: Locally Brewed III https://www.facebook.com/tarpitpresents  RSVP here: https://www.facebook.com/events/493747827420408/

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