Hey, I hope no one minds that my first post here is sort of an ad, but since I got my first Ducati last year, I've become a little obsessed. I haven't gotten around to circulating on discussion boards too much. It's been too nice out. Living in Wisconsin will do that to a girl. We only get a few nice months a year. You should see it when the snow first starts melting. People go berserk. The economy crawls to a standstill. Houses are just left empty, food spoiling in the fridge, weeds taking over the lawns. We'll do ANYTHING, as long as it's outdoors. (To be honest, in the winter many of us still go out in our unheated garages and sit and make vrrrooom noises on our Ducs).
When my husband and I decided to leave the city three years ago we bought an old house on a bunch of land and just hung out with our dogs. Then my husband 86'ed me from the passenger seat on his bike and I had to learn to ride for the first time (unless you count Vespas.)
It turned out we happen to live right in the middle of one of the most popular, beautiful riding destinations for sportbike riders. It gets pretty nuts on the weekends, but you can still get lost in the hundreds of miles of twisty county roads all along the Mississippi known as the ABC's.
The Harleys just sort of cruise up and down the main drag--Highway 35 on the Wisconsin side of the Mississippi, which is beautiful, but who wants to spend the day eating bugs and watching your ass get fat while you parade up and down the street?
We
start on 35, then head east.
Today is Saturday around 5:00 in the afternoon. We just got back from a ride on O, which is a beauty and which--after only a year or two of riding, I've started to take at about 75. I was poopin along, coming back from Moto Primo where I'd picked up a new speedo cable, and dazed from some awesome Italian food, when out of nowhere some guy on a Yamaha R1 passed me so fast, I thought I was stopped. He was probably doing a buck or more. How cool is that?
Anyways, the ABCs have a bit of a fan club, so I started a small web site where riders can post and find maps and meet-ups, tips, tricks and tall tales. There are some gravel demons and they tend to congregate in the same places every year. So do cops.
For now,
Alphacorse.com is primarily the place to get the Alphacorse ribbon. I don't know about you, but the Midwest is splattered with those "remember the soldiers" yellow ribbons and the "start seeing motorcycles" which are so numerous they've become invisible, so we put another design together ... well, just go look. They're only $7 and we did it out of love. I'm not a salesperson and I'm not running a business--I'm a freelance writer and I just thought this design was pretty cool.
Thanks and I'm looking forward to meeting more of you and hanging out. Hopefully we'll get a chance to share some of the funnier stories, like my girlfriend who tapped her brake on a patch of gravel on F a couple of weeks ago, sent her Aprilia sliding down a hill, bounced up like a rubber band and yelled, "I BROKE MY NAIL!"
Be seeing you,
Sari
p.s. I'll be taking the beginning riders course at Dakota Tech (not the one for your license, the one for learning how to lean and ride on a track) in July, so drop me an email or say hello if you're going.
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