
Day 5: Arabba to Arco Italy
A beautiful ride, a perfect meal, overheating again — and then it happened: I started getting cranky.
From the roar of the racetrack, beauty of twisty mountain roads, and solitude of endless highway. Stories of a woman hanging on to her youthful soul with adventure, adrenaline, and how it all ties into life.
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A beautiful ride, a perfect meal, overheating again — and then it happened: I started getting cranky.

On riding in the Dolomites, the sons who worry, and the scream that reminded me not to get cocky.

Fear told me to quit and go home. I stopped listening to that drama queen and started listening to the mountains instead.

The Alps didn’t care I was scared. The mountain passes just kept coming. No mercy. No pause. No “you okay?” Just: “here’s another one.”

Track Skills Don’t Mean Shit on a Swiss Mountain.

Day 0 is live — and the bike’s unexpected heavy weight was nothing compared to what came next.

A garage debate, a group chat, and one sudden detour.

From broken bones to back in the saddle. It’s been a long road back to the Ninja 650 after a rough 2025, but the maintenance is done, the battery is charged, and the Hawk's Nest is calling.

Starting your life over--on two wheels.

Ever thought about flying cross-country just to ride? I did. I packed my gear, rented a bike, and rode with MotoJitsu and even hit some dirt!

A great ride--just mind the line paint!