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A MotoMom Media Op-Ed & Response to USA TODAY by Courtney Specht "Did you see the national news article about motocross killing kids?" the text from my brother read. I saw it. About 25 people sent it to me today. I had actively decided I wouldn't read it. "We're cooked. Not because parents won't let kids ride, but this is ammo for lawyers, angry home owners..." our conversation continued. I decided I'd sit and take a read. I told my husband about it. It was an immediate point

In youth racing — whether BMX or moto — families sacrifice weekends, PTO, money, and miles for their kids. But one reality doesn’t get talked about enough: sometimes your racer ends up traveling or competing with someone who isn’t you. Maybe you can’t get off work.Maybe the budget won’t stretch to send the whole family. Maybe your racer is traveling with a team. Whatever the reason, when you hand your child over to another adult, you’re handing over: their safety their medica

You know what grinds my gears harder than a kid dumping the clutch on a cold engine? Parents running their kid’s “athlete” page and writing in first person like their eight-year-old is out here journaling about grit, emotional resilience, and throttle finesse with the tone of a Race Day Live veteran. Yeah. That. And listen… before anyone gets offended... I did it too. Bless. My. Heart. Looking back now, that content reads like a parody account. As the kids say - "Ew, cringe."

MotoMom Media I wish I knew his name. A Moto trainer in a video broke it down so simply, I’ve been thinking about it since. He said:...

DUMP THE PEE-WEE CLASSES. FOR REAL. We’ve Seen Enough Let’s call it what it is. The 4–6-year-old Shaft Drive class at Loretta Lynn’s...

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...