First Daytona

Riding the Motorcycle Gypsy Life

Posted on 08. Jul, 2013 by in Gypsy Bikers

By Ursula The BROAD

Thanks again to HD OpenRoad for posting my journey. I suppose I have some catching up to do so folks interested might see what I’ve been up to since taking to the motorcycle gypsy life. Now keep in mind, I was formerly a suburban wife, mother, and full time employee (since the age of 15). I have only been back into riding for the past 7 years +/-. And this journey started just about 5 months ago. You may read some things and see some pictures that make you scratch your head and ask, “What the Hell was she thinking?” Believe me; I’ve done it to myself many times. I am learning every day and every mile. This journey has been totally what I wanted, yet at the same time, totally not what I expected. So let’s roll…

Oh my, back to the cold days…

ALL the layers - Weight 27 pounds On February 23, 2013 I got together with a couple hundred family, friends, and riding buddies at Joe’s Bar in Joliet, IL. This was The BROAD BAILS Party and I have to say that these people are largely responsible for my strength to take on this journey. The majority of them are members of a riding group I created in the Chicagoland area: Ursula’s Local Riding Buddies (ULRB). A few years ago when I started this group we had about 40 or so members; today we have over 715. This is not an MC, Organization or Charity. ULRB is a group consisting of riders from all walks of life; riding all sorts of motorcycles and only a small percentage are members of their own MC or organization. Those patch-wearing members join our group to spread the word about biker related rides, charity events, gearhead sharing, and news. So, as I said these folks have helped me get to where I am.

This particular day was colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra. I was supposed to pick up my bike at my mechanics, load it in my son’s truck, and take it to the party to be blessed. WELL… as it turned out, the loading of the bike into my son’s truck simply would not work.

Bike Blessing

Bike Blessing

My bike is lowered and his truck was raised considerably. Just wasn’t gonna happen. So, with my hair all done up and my party heels, I had my mechanic suit me up with whatever clothes and shoes we could scrounge. I didn’t have far to go but with temps in the low 20s, every mile bites. But all the same, sometimes you just gotta do, what you just gotta do. The party was wildly fun and though I would miss these folks, I knew that many of them would never be more than a phone call away and would follow me every day. That cold and snowy evening, I pulled My Girl into the bottom floor hotel room, through the sliding glass door, and slept one of my final nights in Chicagoland.

Part of my IL Crew

Part of my IL Crew

At the time of The BROAD BAILS Party, I was anticipating leaving Illinois the following Saturday. I attended my grand daughter’s 1st birthday party the day after my party. What a very bitter sweet occasion indeed. This beautiful baby girl I rarely got to see anyway, would now be even farther from my reach. I knew that this little girl would not likely remember much of Granny by the time I returned, if anything at all. During her birthday party several of us where talking about the weather front that was rolling into our area over the following few days and much of the conversation had to do with my options for leaving. Upon reviewing several different sources for weather, I made the decision to leave Illinois on Monday, the day after the birthday party. Recalling my son’s face when I verbalized my early departure still makes me choke to this day.

February 25th proved to be a bitter 36 degree day at its high, but clear and sunny. By the time I had loaded my bike and bid farewell to my son (don’t even make me relive that moment)…it was noon when I finally pulled out of Lemont, IL bound for adventures of which I could only dream of at the time. When I left I was carrying my 4.5 pound teacup poodle. She’s been riding with me for several years and loves it very much. The cold in the air was not at all pleasant but I was certainly trying to outrun the pending storm. I didn’t get as far as I had hoped, but just south of Indianapolis would have to do. I spoke to my son later that evening and I had made the right choice, as they had gotten between 5-9 inches of snow in and around our area during the day and evening. And I’ll tell you now, it continued to snow the rest of the week in that area. Read Cold Kick Start here…

I woke to light rain with only slightly warmer temperatures than the day before. Cold and Rain are simply NOT MY FRIENDS!!

Roadside stop in Georgia

Roadside stop in Georgia

However, after doing some more weather research and evaluating, I decided to press on for as long as I could. After all, I could not afford to keep getting rooms even if they were dives at only $25 a night. My dog, BB Girl, was not a happy biker beast on this day. She just wanted out of that damn bag. We stopped in Cave City, KY for the night and by then I was starting to feel the effects of the cold and rain. I tried to talk myself out of getting sick, but myself refused to listen. BB jumped in the bed and didn’t move all night. I lay there chilled and sick; I did not wonder what the hell was I doing, but rather, how could I have done this differently? Well, I could have waited to leave, but then I’d miss Daytona (based on how I travel and the fact I had to see my family before I started this journey). I could have bought heated gear, but that’s hundreds of dollars I could live on. What I decided… I did just fine and this would not be my last weather related challenge. I am human and human’s get sick; I ain’t dead so shall we press on?

Daytona dreaming

Daytona dreaming

Day 3 should be the final day to get to Covington, GA where I could rest well at my Dad’s house and visit family before moving on to Daytona Bike Week. This 3rd day was really miserable but I was slowly getting south of that cold front. Finally, in the evening I reached my Dad’s in GA, slightly thawed, getting sicker, but proud of my endurance. I popped a cold beer, took some cold drugs, and slept my fool head off most of the next day. I remained sick for some time however I didn’t throw a pity party, instead I ate well, kept the cold drugs flowing, and visited my vast expanse of family. Read From the Folks to the Fun here…

My first Daytona Bike Week proved to be more fun than I could have imagined. I thought that I would be

Holy Crustacean

Holy Crustacean

camping in Daytona, however a few days before I left my Dad’s a buddy contacted me and said a friend of his wanted to donate a room to me for the week. As it turns out, my friend was sharing my story with a man that had two rooms, but his daughter had to back out last minute. He didn’t care what I did with the room, he simply wasn’t going to turn it back over to the time share to re-lease it for double the money. I arrived in Daytona one day before my room would be available so I crashed with two friends in their RV across from the Speedway. First stop was the Beaver Bar; the owner is a former resident of Waukegan, IL, so all us Illinoisians met up for a few cold ones. As is the case for me often times, certain things just seem to roll into place. One of the RV guys was expecting 3 friends to come down that were originally going to camp, but the girlfriend decided the nights in FL were just too cold for that. So, I sold them my room for the first half of the week and I continued to stay with my friends in their RV. Subsequently, a friend of mine from Chicago came down last minute and I

Midget Tits

Midget Tits

offered him the room for the remaining half of the week. As it turns out, I made some gas money and donated 1/2 of it to a cancer foundation in the name of the wife for the man that donated me the room. Anyway, being a first timer at Daytona, I wanted to see and do as much as I could. Having sponsors, I had to make time to network on their behalf as well. Somewhat thankfully for the brief moment, my Virtual Assistant business which provides my meager income was slow that week. All my clients know my lifestyle and do they work they require within the boundaries of my travel schedule. This is a true blessing. Not many other jobs can provide such freedom, though I know my business needs growth, I also know that Rome was not built in a day.

Now I’ve always been a somewhat far-out type of chick. My spirituality has come not so much from a church but from experience, acceptance, and my educational background. I suppose you might say, I’m a fairly educated nut-bag. I think clothing is an evil necessity. I believe that harboring hatred is a waste of energy. I live to the standard of do unto others as you’d have done to you. And I also reserve judgment for I have little clue what others have endured to make them the people they are. If we were all the same, what an effed up and boring world this would be.

The Boa

The Boa

From the moment my two wheels hit that RV site in Daytona, I barely stopped going. So many hours of riding, meeting new people, My Girl is Safe from the Snow visiting with friends that came from Chicago, and of course, having a hell of a good time. As you may already know, a rally is a rally for the most part. I don’t write about rallies or review them. I merely enjoy them each for what they offer me and my spirit. All have the typical shenanigans of beads and boobs, drinks and drama, bikes and babes, rides and laughs. But what makes each rally unique is what is gives my spirit. After all, it’s not every day I have a 7′ boa constrictor wrapped around my half naked body. It’s not every day that I do a shot from a very pretty midget’s tits. And it’s not every day that I give up my bike to a friend to be the bitch on the back with another for the sake of letting a couple have a day of glory. Daytona was a blast and I left there happy and healthier than when I arrived. Read Day-Tona Me I’d Have a Great Time here…

Some Friend w a Camera Now up to this point, I have to be honest and say that the journey thus far had been more of a vacation than a journey. I was seeing a lot of people I knew and staying with people under shelter. I had not yet had to worry about where I would sleep or how would I get my work done. As Daytona came to a close and I left all my friends to go their ways, I headed towards Key West, a biker’s goal at least once right? Thankfully the temperatures in FL were better than I had previously, but somehow or another I am a magnet for rain. I made my way alone down the east coast of FL headed for the Keys. Warm rain hydrated my tanned Daytona skin but Tent in the Rain on to the Keys as evening approached I knew it was time to take shelter. I found a KOA, set my tent up in the rain, went to town for food, and returned to my tent to do some work. Not very exciting I know, but this shit was getting real. I had learned some tips from another Gypsy rider on finding places to camp that are more unorthodox but I had not yet taken that plunge at this time. Fear is a crippling demon and I have to beat him down on a regular basis. So far though, I’m still in the lead.

southern most point

southern most point

I made my way to the southernmost point of the continental US where another friend connected me with a retired gentleman not 10 minutes from the hub of Key West. What a pure joy this man, his brother, and his friend were; a bunch of retired dudes from Illinois partying it up with a homeless biker chick. What a pleasant and hilarious experience. I spent one whole day alone in Key West hitting all the must-do places for any tourist. Investing only about $25 from 9AM – 10PM, I can honestly say that was the most peace at that point I had experienced in years. I talk to anybody so I may have walked solo but I was never alone. Read Southern Most Point on the Horizon here…

Spiritual healing on the beach

Spiritual healing on the beach

There are certainly gypsy riders that have far more elaborate and adventurous stories than mine, but I am

Worth the Trip

Worth the Trip

not out here to party like a rock-star. I’m out here trying to live, trying to build

my business, and trying to beat the economics that once beat me. You can never know everything about a person and as such you can never fully understand a person or how they’ve become who they are. For those that follow my journey, I only offer one thing: MY APPRECIATION!! Peace, Hugs, and Pipes That Rumble (TM) ~ The BROAD ~ www.hdbroad.com

 

 

 

 

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2 Responses to “Riding the Motorcycle Gypsy Life”

  1. Jon

    08. Jul, 2013

    Great write up. Cant wait to read about what you learn from your adventures.

  2. Matthew Pinch

    09. Jul, 2013

    I have been traveling on and off for the past ten years as a gypsy. It is the best peace and freedom you will ever have! Be You. Ezriderpinch

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