
A happy birthday love-note filled with photos and behind-the-scenes goodness from my time with the fastest woman on earth, Jessi Combs.
Italian motorcycles? We get them, don’t we? They chatter at idle, rev to the moon, weigh nothing, cost mega-lira and are ridden by skinny leather-clad knee-grinding monkeys with a death wish.
Posted on October 8, 2011 in Motorcycles by Alicia Mariah Elfving