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.