Will show

Today marks 29 days until the start of the national enduro season in Sumter, South Carolina, and after a season of rest and recuperation, including a recent frigid ride in the mountains, I’m looking forward to returning to head-to-head competition and getting back on the podium. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking and preparing for this upcoming season, imagining all of the obstacles and how I’m going to overcome them. Just the thought of returning to racing is energizing and gives me something to focus on, even if, in full disclosure, the odds are long that I’m racing for the win; I’m still going to try, and my perseverance will show. Racing a 60-mile enduro is the one activity I’ve found that taps into my reserves of effort and motivation and helps me produce the energy for what I need to succeed, whether it’s negotiating better in the turns, adapting to obstacles or finding the capacity to make every second count. I never know what I’m getting myself into at the start, but I know I’m capable of anything, and that’s the best part.




To celebrate my birthday this week, I took myself twice in the last four days to the same place I’ve been riding for 20 years and headed back to my comfort zone for the first time in over month. One would think that riding around the same trails for more than half of your life would get boring – heck, even I’ve thought that before – but I’m luckily looking back on two of the best sand whoop training days I’ve had all year.

At first, it felt strange, like I didn’t really belong anymore, since I’d been steering clear of the woods lately and practicing on the motocross track. Frustrated and resistant, it was hard to stay interested in my tough, singletrack training, despite two months until the start of the 9-round 2018 National Enduro series. (Did I mention I was riding without barkbusters?)

But, as I listened this week to the Tim Ferriss podcast with Walter Issacson, I saw how it was a lesson in stepping outside of my comfort zone and a new experience for me to be questioning my skills in these woods. It was almost as if I was riding with a chip of experience on my shoulder, and I found myself at a clear crossroads wondering what to think; I couldn’t stop self-evaluating.

Looking back, I just wasn’t warmed up yet, because I turned a corner and became curious again when my bike hooked up coming out of a corner and I seat bounced three whoops in a row, which made me feel like Wonder Woman, and I really wanted to make up for lost time.

“…if you can be interested in everything, if you can be cross disciplinary, then you can see the patterns of our Cosmos and how we connect to it.” – Walter Isaacson


Free spirit

It’s taken me over a week to recover from the shock of finishing (and podiuming) the Lead Belt National Enduro in Park Hills, Missouri, a place that I’d visited prior but not for this: round seven of the Kenda AMA National Enduro Series Powered by FMF. The infamous enduro was dustier than usual – which didn’t take much getting used to; it was what the dust did to the rocks – I’d heard rumors of these rocks – that threw me off, making them soft and slick. My grand master plan was to finish the race because the last national I entered resulted in a broken arm. So, this was my redemption race and, boy, was I in for a ride.


I showed up to the riders meeting without a row assignment, but I quickly learned fate had me starting on row 41 along with three others: a pro, A 40+ and C 50+ rider. We hit the first section and into the woods, getting up to speed on the slippery singletrack, where I drew confidence from some of the biggest names in the sport who were undoubtedly struggling in the dusty conditions but still staying ahead of me. I could tell it hadn’t rained in a while, but I focused on playing into my strengths and not pushing too hard to cause a crash or a mechanical. The terrain varied from tight rocky sections to off-camber singletrack. In the end, I started stronger than I finished, and was sitting in second place after the first and second tests, but struggled in the last 3 sections where small mistakes cost me precious time, especially when holding my own waiting for the pros to pass (in the 5th test, one actually clipped me when he went by, which sent me and my bike into a dry creek bed where he left me with a, “Sorry!”)



Relaxing at a reset

Overall, I finished 208th overall out of 442 and third in the Women Elite class, just 23 seconds behind second place (205th overall) and 30 points behind series champion, Tayla Jones (130th overall.)

I came into the finish, after following the live scoring on my phone during the resets, anticipating a second place finish but I was still overjoyed with a third and my first pro podium, which I sacrificed since I was committed to work on Monday and we had a 15-hour drive back to Florida.



After – notice the right bark buster!

On the way home, I wondered what made the difference: if it was all of the extra time I’ve been spending at the gym on the rower before squats and shoulders, or the amazing Alfredo pasta I demolished the night before, or the Pedialyte® Powder Packs that I was turned on to, or my brand new tires, or my summer riding vacation in Colorado, or, or, or … all of the above.

The best thing about enduros is that the difficulty is not based on a man or woman’s perspective; it’s the very best offroad riders in the country mixing it up against the clock (even though the Women Elite class runs the same course as the National “B” classes; we’re not required to complete the last section.)

My success, I realized, called upon my skills (a little luck) and the help of my team, topped with being in touch with my bike – I had to stop and take air out of the rear tire TWICE – and thinking ahead to bring a spare set of gloves in my Camelbak, knowing I get distracted if my gloves loosen up – the tighter the better!


In return

I celebrated my return to riding in Florida at Croom, almost a month to the day that I’d even thrown my leg over my bike, so I warmed up first by myself, burning over 200 calories in 16 minutes over 5.16 miles, before hooking up and hitting the woods for a ~13-mile “trail ride,” averaging 11.6 mph and burning 770 calories in 1:11:55.

It didn’t take long to return to my repetitive practice of doubling as many whoops as I can, which requires looking ahead on the trail, watching where the leader’s wheels are in that moment, instead of looking down at where your tires are right now. It builds your confidence muscle, having no fears of crashing or failing and being seen looking like an idiot. It’s all about mindset, and I was hell bent on turning off my squirrel brain and being at one in the woods with my motorcycle.

“We seen you guys go by and tucked in behind, yeah not a chance. Y’all were GONE”

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Sunday fun day!

Mission accomplished.


It’s going on four weeks that I haven’t seen or touched my dirt bike for no fault other than my own. I’m kind of over it, to be honest. It’s too hot to ride, at 90+ degrees and 90-100 percent humidity, or it’s pouring down rain, or it’s just the same ol’ Florida: sandy and flat.

Last weekend, I planned on dusting off the ol’ girl – literally – and showing up at Tampa MX for Round 5 of the Top Gun Dealer Cup, but torrential rains on the tail end of Hurricane Harvey ended up cancelling the race, forcing me to hit the gym instead.


Photo at Tampa MX by David Lando of WFO Action Shots

On this week’s PulpMX show, Denny Stephenson talked about riding dirt bikes as “an honor, not a burden” when it comes to all of the training and traveling and everything that comes with being a champion.

“It’s part of the responsibility that you get when you’re a champion. At any level of any sport, when you become the best, your responsibilities triple,” Stephenson said.

After hearing that, I’m itching (finally) to get back on the bike, and what better time than Labor Day weekend.

“A hundred times a day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the measure as I have received and am still receiving.” – Albert Einstein


Photo at Tampa MX by David Lando of WFO Action Shots

Practice progress


4 Diamond “Expert Only” Trail 25 at Highland Park

I was probably never more ready to race the 2017 Kenda Tennessee Knockout Extreme Enduro in Tennessee last weekend – the toughest off-road race in America – after riding in Georgia less than a week after returning from my epic Colorado riding vacation with the Seat Time crew, one of the most fun and frustrating times I’ve ever had riding dirt bikes. (Read my story on DirtBuzz.com.)

What a great trip with new friends. This is what Colorado is all about.. spending time and enjoying what the good lord has granted us… – Slavik

 Warms my heart! Way to kick ass and keep chugging girl. Glad you joined us!!!! – Brian


Riding Highland Park was incredibly easier this time around, despite the extremely dusty and overall rougher-than-expected trail conditions; Georgia was flat as a pancake compared to the steep verticals we rode in Colorado. Maybe I was just coming off the high of getting my ass kicked riding in the Rocky Mountains, but I redeemed myself blazing the Georgia trails where I remembered struggling before using everything I had.

The biggest difference was my bike was back to wheelieing over everything and performing at its peak, which was such a relief when I realized I could get on the pipe again; riding above 9,000 feet was not conducive to my balls-to-the-wall riding style. Boy, was I glad to be closer to home at 1,000 feet.


Trail 7 is motorcycles only

This year, I just couldn’t swing the solo trip to Tennessee to race the TKO last Saturday, regardless of the $1,000 purse to be paid out to the top three Women finishers ($500, $300, $100 for first second and third respectively).

“Beta’s Morgan Tanke (@mtanke31) took the Saturday Women’s class win over Victoria Harcy. They were the only two female riders that finished the morning lap and faced off in a main event on a special short course.” – tennesseeknockoutenduro.com

Maybe next year. (At least then I can find out more than 37 words from the 900-word article.) As Jeremy McGrath said recently in this Racer X interview, “Timing really is everything.”

I’m hoping to attend the 2017 USGP in Jacksonville next month. As MotoXAddicts’ Geoff Meyer put it, “if you don’t want to get to this race, then there has to be something wrong with your passion for motocross.”

Wild rookie

Well, I’ve been living like a wild old mustang
Out in Montana fields
Might’ve earned me a bad reputation
But never stopped these wheels
From going and rolling too far
Running and gunning a little too hard
So unreigned, so untamed

This time last week I was riding the high alpine singletrack in the remote Rocky Mountains of Colorado with the Seat Time crew on their third-annual Seat Time Adventures “trail ride.” We started with six riders from Tennessee, Florida and Texas, and added more as the week went on, from Alabama to Texas and Colorado; we rode so hard for the first three days that, by day four, six was down to two.


From the beginning, as the only female in the group, the guys wanted to know if I was “thin skinned.”

“Really?” I mocked them. “I grew up racing dirt bikes.”

“It gets worse,” said of the group’s biggest ball-busters.

I assumed he was referring to their locker room talk. “I know how it gets.”

Ride 1 – Warm Welcome

The morning of the first ride, after breakfast burritos, I crammed my pack with EPIC Bars, Skratch Lab packets, a spare tube, pack jacket and extra water, and quickly learned that my level of preparation was no match for theirs (they re-jetted my bike, bled my rear brakes, adjusted my clutch, changed my oil, loaned me radiator fluid, a GoPro, adjusted my Camelbak straps and saved my life more than once.)

We took off swapping the lead down the doubletrack for a few-mile warm up. I wondered where I would fall in the pecking order, expecting to be near the front (not so much), knowing I finally felt at home in front of them with my helmet on.

Before long, we turned up the singletrack where conditions toughened and I earned the first crash of the day with a silly slip out around an off-camber corner. I knew, from that very first climb, that this was no joyride. The slick, hard pack dirt was worlds away from the super deep sugar sand that I left back home, and it took me all day to get somewhat adjusted to riding at altitude since I was used to training at or below sea level. Gotta love Florida!

We completed intense, miles-long climbs without stopping for breathers, passing mostly solo hikers and a few couples with dogs. On one of the climbs, we braked for a mountain biker stopped on the side of the trail.

“I wish I had a motor,” he said as we idled by. “You guys are smart.”


“Cowboy” Todd Slavik and Clay Stuckey of Sherco Offroad

On the downhills, the leaders disappeared, waiting at the next intersection for me and the caboose who would not leave me behind. I pushed to catch the tail end of their nonstop pace.


We made a stop by the lake to tinker with my air screw. When I heard them say the first day was the easiest, I switched to survival mode. Combined with the elevation and their above average rock riding ability, it was plenty fast, so far, and technical, especially with the morning’s slick roots and rocks.


As the first loop wore on, a sense of bravery washed over me, maintaining my brake, throttle and clutch control while paying attention to my radiator spewing smoke after every climb.

We headed back to camp after 24 miles, according to my watch, for gas, adjustments, a pb&j sandwich and to bleed my rear brakes – thanks, James! Todd gave me a fist pump and told me he was proud. So far, so good.

After lunch, we took off on another 25-miler after linking up with one of the Sherco riders, the Alabama legend Daryl Moody, who told me to “be careful” before Tank 7 – a mostly wet, downhill rock garden. When we pulled up the end at the road, after I crashed about three times within a mile from the finish while still managing to pull in before all of them got their goggles off, Moody gave me a fist pump.

“She’s a good rider,” I heard another say.

On another section, I badly wanted to look out to the view, but the rock scattered trail under my wheels needed all of my focus not to mess up and fall off the mountain. Taking such extreme risks is not appealing for a lot of people, obviously.

I went to sleep the first day before dark, after completing 600 percent of my daily activity goal, hearing Clay say, “You rode good today.” Of the two loops, a 24- and a 25-miler, my heart rate hit zone 4 for 46 of the 1 hour and 42 minutes on the first loop and I was in zone 5, the highest, for almost 7 minutes. The second loop saw similar results: 41 minutes in zone 4, 11 in zone 5 with max heart rates around 188/189 (93 percent) and averages 155/154 (76 percent.)


Day 1 Recap of Seat Time Adventures based out of Sargents, Colorado – As you know, Seat Time is all about a good time on dirt bikes. Luckily our first day riding dirt bikes on Seat Time Adventures 3.0 was a complete success. We did have a few banged up and bruised riders, but that comes with the territory when riding dirt bikes in Colorado. We made three loops. Loop One was Iron Branch Road to Baldy Lake, up Baldy Lake to CDT, down CDT to Iron Branch Trail, and then back Iron Branch Road to Trading Post. Loop Two was 684 to Big Bend, Big Bend to CDT, down CDT to Tank 7 and then Marshall Pass Road back to Trading Post.” – Brian Pierce

Day 2 – Sink or swim

I woke up knowing Day 2 would be harder, and it was, but we completed another 54 miles total, burning over 2,000 calories with an average speed of 13.6 and max speed of 53 mph. Max altitude was 11,805 with 7,200 ascent and 7,340 descent.

The day started with a ride among hundreds of cows trampling through the trails ahead of us on their way out to pasture. New baby cows galloped across the rugged meadows, stumbling over their feet. The first gnarlier-than-yesterday climb of the day seemed like it would never end. When I pulled up to the stop, I heard Zak say, “I’m a little impressed.” I laughed. Shit, I was impressed, too.


We completed the hardest, most difficult challenges I’d ever seen (wait until tomorrow), passing only a handful of people on foot and a few mountain bikes. I learned why all of the Texans wear their goggles backward when we ran into three racers from their local series, all matching with the strap on top under the visor. How can they be thousands of miles away from home and run into someone they know from back home? The riding is just that good in Colorado. The day concluded with dozens of creek crossings with me being the first to drown my bike, but not the last!



Day Two showcased trail side maintenance and patience by all the riders. We rode 684 out of Sargents to Milk Creek. We went down Milk Creek to Iron Branch road to the Iron Branch/Baldy Lake split. We took Baldy Lake up to Hicks Gultch Trail as a connection over to Dutchman. Going up Dutchman was awesome! We then took CDT all the way up to Marshall Pass, lots of good climbs in there. We meet the Support Crew at Marshall Pass for lunch and a rest. From there we continued up the CDT to take Agate Creek down to HWY 50…We had two bikes go under in Agate Creek during a few of the last crossings. Luckily they were two strokes, so the time wasn’t as bad if they had been one of the two Sherco four strokes. Damn good day of riding dirt bikes.” – Brian Pierce

Day 3 – The guys with a girl

On the third day…when I heard we were climbing Horseshoe, rumored to be one of the most technically-demanding trails in Colorado with insanely-slick rocks and steep, slotted AND slippery climbs, I knew I’d have to dig deep in the face of my still-cramped-from-yesterday clutch and brake fingers, pumped forearms, sore bum and overall sad state of my motorcycle.


Team Wanker was here

At the bottom of Horseshoe, after a snack break, one of today’s guest riders from Colorado asked what air pressure I was running and suggested I drop it for much-needed added traction. When I said I feared getting a flat, he offered to change it for me if that happened. (It never did.)

Between my bike overheating after every climb, I worked on keeping up my momentum, balancing over pointy rocks and not slipping out on the way up. After three straight failed attempts on one section, I realized I could not do this one on my own. I needed help, and a warm wash of shame came over me. This was what they originally were all worried about: me not knowing what I didn’t know, coming from a place where breathing was easy through the flat pine rows. It was not often that I was the least technical rider in the group, and I wanted out. Fast.


The almighty Horseshoe Creek trail

Asking anyone to help you up a hill is hard enough, ask anyone, but asking someone to actually ride your bike for you is a question I haven’t asked anyone for decades. But, sucking air around 10,000 feet and frustrated I could not even see a walkable line up these climbs, let alone anywhere to point my front wheel, my chest heaved. I’ve never been one to have panic attacks but a few times I couldn’t get my helmet off fast enough to catch my breath. I could not, for the life of me, pull it together, and when something hard happens, my first instinct is to run.

I regrouped and tried to launch my bike and body up and forward but slipped into a crevice, my back tire spinning and smoking.

“I can’t do this, you guys,” I admitted once they found me around the corner stuck again between rocks. I wanted badly to turn around so they would not see me cry. I wondered why I was doing this. I had nothing to prove but never in a million years did I think I would come up short.

“I just can’t. I’m too tired.”

“You can do it,” they said, calling me by name, determined not to let anything steal my joy even if I did not believe them. “We’ll help you.”

As I continued to mess up, they surrounded me with support – from small to grand gestures – over and over again. I tried not to judge myself for needing their help and obviously was relieved that they chose to help me at all, embarrassed as I was, my seat wet with tears. I argued it would be so much easier for everyone if I could turn back, but they forced me to keep going, up and up, building my trust in them (and me) one impossible, progressively slower rock section at a time.

I reached a point, once we stopped near the top for a break, where I had a total crisis of confidence and wanted to disappear, turning my back to the group to find a log to sit on and gather myself. Real cute.

In the midst of my come-to-Jesus self-talk, I recalled the age-old expression: “Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Maybe I needed to feel this disappointment, I thought. After all, I was doing the best I could; I literally could not try any harder. It was a reality check and one I knew that would be life altering; I never thought I wouldn’t be able to deliver on my commitment to ride every trail they did but I knew I couldn’t waste time in denial. I needed to embrace the setback, pick myself up and rejoin the others. Somehow, slowly but surely, we made our way to the top. I hope they forgive me for not being able to help them help each other, too.


Day 3 of Seat Time Adventures 3.0 was the technical day from hell. As we tell everyone, we don’t like the easy trails. Today was the day we went up Horseshoe Trail. We started the day crossing Tomichi Creek across from the Tomichi Creek Trading Post. Todd ALMOST drowned his bike, again. From there we rode up Quakey Mountain Trail, which was a blast. This took us to Black Sage Pass, which we followed till Wuanita Pass Rd to Wuanita Trail. Wuanita trail is a MUST, it is fast, flowy and super fun. We took at a right on to Canyon Creek to get to Horseshoe. From there we spent about three hours getting to the top of Horsehoe. The riders came together as a team, we couldn’t be more proud! After collapsing at the top, we rode South Quartz down into Pitkin (passing James’ creek).” – Brian Pierce


The Texans

After three straight days of riding, I’m grateful to come away relatively unscathed, save for a torn seat cover and scratched graphics and a string of bruises up and down both legs. (Before leaving for vacation, I prepared for the worst, arranging someone to adopt my dog if I didn’t make it back and, just in case, telling my friends, family and colleagues that it was nice knowing them.)

I’m more appreciative of all of the goofy memories and lessons learned. The most fun, if frustrating, times I’ve ever had in my life have happened on my motorcycle, and this trip takes the cake. It’s only now that I understand what Brene Brown meant when she said, “what makes you vulnerable is what makes you beautiful.” It’s not about winning or losing; it’s about showing up and putting yourself out there, even if you can’t control the outcome.

Thanks to all of the guys at Seat Time for giving me a shot and awarding me the Best Rookie award. I’m already looking forward to next year! Braaaup!


This is the life!

“And all you keep trying to do is slow it down, soak it in

Keep trying to make the good times last as long as you can

But you can’t, man It just goes too fast.”