It Has Been A While …

It has been a while, since I wrote my thoughts and feelings down. I wasn’t even sure, if I would keep this blog, but I guess, I will … at least as a kind of journal for myself.

Lately, I’ve spent a lot less time on social media, or creating content for it. I am no longer concerned or even interested in statistics or numbers. Anyone unfollowing, no problem, I just don’t care anymore. I closed our online leather shop and we are focusing more on custom work and eventually artisan markets. We are in the fortunate position to not have to rely on our leather work financially, which keeps our love and passion for this beautiful craft alive.

Instead of keeping up with the online motorcycle community by visiting online groups and reading post for hours, or writing and posting frequently about our moto life, I am actually living it. I am very present in the moment, not thinking about how this moment could make a good social media post. Don’t get me wrong, I am still posting quite often but I no longer feel obligated to do so. We even changed the name of our Facebook page to “Old Farts & Motos” and we just love it! So much more lighthearted and fun.

Quite a few people have lost interest in us, after we dropped a certain “title” … another valuable lesson learned! But it is all good! The ones who matter and are really interested and care, are still around and new friends have entered our life. Sometimes it feels like I’ve got so caught up in this fake reality, I was actually wasting precious time.

Over the past few months I learned that most of our true friends aren’t online, they are on motorcycles, riding right next to us, laughing with us, crying with us. They don’t care if we look a bit disheveled, they don’t care that we are not wearing the latest trends in motorcycle attire, the fact that we are older riders does earn us the respect of our younger moto friends and the riders who are older than us inspire us on a daily basis! It isn’t about image, or how popular we are on social media anymore. It is about real friendship, camaraderie, banter, laughter, and our mutual love and passion for riding motorcycles, any kind, any size, any brand … it doesn’t matter.

So life has been really good for me lately. I am finally caught up in my own life again!

This is a slide show from last Sunday’s breakfast ride with some old and some new moto friends. We had a blast!

My kindness is not weakness!

What an intense couple of months I had. After my panic attack which led me to take a social media break, I, again, looked very closely at my life and relationships, the good ones and the not so good ones, the ones that are real and the ones that weren’t. I cut ties, walked away from responsibilities that weren’t really rewarding, and I decided to focus on the things, people, and communities who really matter … and how refreshing this is!

Once again I realized that some people mistake my kindness for weakness. I am consciously choosing to be a kind and compassionate person, because there are already way too many assholes walking this earth, but my kindness and compassion has limits! When I realize that someone is trying to use me for their benefit, however that may look like, I will step on the kindness-break and let them know that being kind AND having an accent, doesn’t necessarily mean that I am an idiot. Quite the contrary! I am an educated, well rounded, smart woman who really has her shit together and if you can’t see that, guess who’s the idiot??? As soon as I don’t let them order me around or I take a stand for myself, I get labeled a bitch, a bad friend, a disloyal person, etc … but how about, a strong woman, a woman who lives her own life by her own rules, not yours!

Well, I am pretty much over all of this and can’t wait to leave for vacation in a couple of weeks. Of course that will involve Mike, the dogs, Homie the RV, and Olive & Emilie our Royal Enfield motorcycles. Speaking of motorcycles, a week ago we got two, used, Yamaha Bolts and we couldn’t be more in love with our “new” bikes.

Meet Bonnie & Clyde, the Yamaha Bolts, and Mike the love of my life ❤


Softness is not weakness.

It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.

~Beau Taplin

I Needed A Break

Lately, social media has been stressing me out and I took the liberty to take a mental health break. I really miss the days when social media was a tool to connect and stay in touch with people. When people shared what they’ve eaten, who they hung out with, what they were doing, when people shared their original thought, and not just stupid memes and political bullshit. For me, social media is definitely not the place to do that, because most people are not willing to entertain a civil discussion about a certain topic, most people just want to be right.

Social media has always been very important to me and it still is, because it is that one place where i feel that some of my friends and followers are honestly interested in my life. See, I worked very hard to get where I am and as I mentioned before, I am in a very good place. When you have a life that is good for you, when you’ve accomplished a few things that you are very proud of, you would like to share that with the people you love. Unfortunately, I don’t have that. It seems that when I left my home country, slowly but surely, my family back home lost interest in me and my own little family. Social media became my saving grace when it was still in it’s infancy. In the late 90’s I discovered chat rooms and when Mike was deployed with the military months at a time and I felt alone and lonely that’s where I found “my people”. It was different than today. We had a true connection. I met some of my friends in person and each time it was great. Today I am still in touch with a handful of them and consider them true friends.

When I look at social media now, Instagram in particular, I don’t like what I see. It’s all about numbers, followers and likes. I am so sick and tired of those stupid bots that will follow and then unfollow you just for numbers sake. I also don’t do that silly follow for follow thing on Instagram anyway. Looking at my social media, I am actually quite proud of having established interaction with the people I connected with. To me it isn’t about numbers, it will always be about connecting with fellow humans.

Then there are the ones who copy everything you do and say and I usually don’t let that get to me, but last week, shit kinda hit the fan. As every year, I have a hard time dealing with the extreme heat here in the Sonoran desert, it seems to get harder each year, which makes me not too happy. I think that might have also contributed to me getting angry and irritated over a few things on social media … I know, it’s stupid, but I did it anyway … trying to deal with my frustration didn’t help when I had to take care of two sick dogs, and on top of that I got extremely mixed messages from my mother, which is a perfectly normal thing, but it kinda pushed me over the edge.  The result of this, for the first time in at least 30 years, I had a full blown panic attack. The whole shebang, racing heart, shortness of breath, near fainting, terrified I would die. I used to get them quite often when I was young so I knew that’s all it was, but that didn’t make it less scary. I took magnesium and hawthorn extract to calm my racing heart and Kava tea to calm me down. It took a few hours, but eventually it helped.

I was so mad at myself that I let things and people get under my skin to such an extend and decided to take a break from everything to re-center and focus on the truly important people and things in my life, which I am still in the process of doing.

This week, I am taking time off. I will spend more time away from social media, I will not think about our small leather crafting business, I will spend my time thinking, feeling, writing, I will spend more time in nature and since I am not made for this heat, I might have to drive up to Mount Lemmon a few times this week.



“Windy Point”, on the way up to Summerhaven. Can’t wait to get there!





~Albert Einstein~