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This past weekend, my husband lined up at Spring Creek MX in Millville, MN. It didn’t go his way. He’s been grinding for this for months...

To the Motocross Moms, on Mother’s Day To the ones who are at the track instead of at brunch— who spent the week doing mid-load laundry...

I could tell you horror story after horror story. I could list the names—too many names—of those we’ve lost. I could describe the silence that falls over a track when something goes wrong. I could show you the memorial stickers, the tribute jerseys, the parents who still come to the races because it’s all they have left of the world they once knew. And still—we come back.

The voice that says: Racers race. Not when it’s perfect. When it’s real. Racers race when it’s 72 and loamy and smells like sawdust dreams. Racers race when the ruts are deep enough to swallow a swingarm and the corners look like soup bowls. Racers race when the rain’s sideways, the gate drops through fog, and there’s more water in your knee brace socks than in your hydration pack. That’s not just showing up. That’s committing.

“What was your favorite part of today?” I ask as MotoKid climbs into bed, limbs heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only a full day on...

“It must be nice.” That’s what they say when they see the bikes in the garage. The gate drops. The freshly washed race rig. The kids...

By Courtney Specht - MotoMom Haiden Devgan had a run-in with the law. Oops. I’m a child of the ’80s. My first love wasn’t some safe...

There’s a silence in a hospital room that’s unlike any other. A quiet that hums with the absence of roaring engines, the rush of wind,...

We’ve created a three ring circus for our MotoKids. And it’s all our fault. I recently was saddened to read about the shuttering of long...

A couple months back my pops told me that he was planning to race the Florence Grand Prix event, marking the 50th anniversary of a race...

I’m gonna tell you something that might surprise you, coming from me - that is - if you’ve known me, especially the balls to the wall do...

In the pits, he dresses with care, motorcycles surround us everywhere. Goggles, helmet, knee braces and pants, necessary gear to begin...

A Courtney Staton MotoMom original. All rights reserved, ©MOTOMOM MEDIA 2020 ‘Twas the night of Christmas and all through the shop the...

The following postcard from the pits story is another adaptation of a Robin Crutcher MotoMom original. I’ve been wallowing in my basement...

Get out. Get the hell out. Now. While you can. While your heart beats and your head is clear. Fill your lungs with the air around you and...

For Sale: Everything. The hauler. The bikes. The parts. The truck. The gear. The kid. The husband. Shit I’ll throw in the dog, too. Just...

To the kids that didn’t make it to Hurricane Mills; It’s alright. If you didn’t qualify- missing by one or by 30. If you got the ticket,...

I first penned this post over two years ago, when a MotoMom in a social media group said they were prepping for their first trip. I’ve...

Adapted from “Motomom Score Card,” by Robin Crutcher, 1997 There is an unidentifiable neural trigger that reacts to the olfactory...

Lots of sports have those moms that always like to be the head hen. They’re usually the ones in charge of the PTA, the ones that bring...