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Yeah the Girls!

An event that brought out the bravery in those gals wanting to give it a go, some who had never ridden a Moto X track before and had never even considered racing.

A day to have some insane fun… and make woman motor sport history.

The Simpson Desert’s Deadset Legend…

A woman… 1100 sand dunes, a DRZ400, a wild cranky bull, 40 plus blistering degrees… a solo crossing of the Simpson Desert somewhere between breakfast time at Mt Dare, South Australia and a cold pint in the arvo, at the Birdsville Pub, outback Queensland… bucket list √

Loss of innocence

The cultural reality for women is the misconception we must keep our feelings in check, at all costs; we have to keep going and just continue getting shit done. Many have been prey to the most incongruous of circumstances, the loss of innocence. Now taking back rightful ownership of her body and paving an exhilarating, twisty road through the social constructs that still affect women today…

The Barbering Biker… Adventure before Dementia

It wasn’t until a long while later Chris was able to access a record player, to play it and she recalls, ‘It was like this light bulb went off in my head… I thought oh my God there’s stuff out there… there’s culture and music so I started looking into music, then getting right into artists like Bob Dylan. I began writing poetry and lyrics and exploring painting and sculpture… trying to unlock the parts of my brain that had never been talked about.

Stupidly Fast

By the age of 12, she was tinkering with her own bikes, pulling bits off to look and learn, then reassembling them. It was soon apparent that Kim had high expectations of having a bike that could really perform. When one of her 125 cc bikes just wasn’t cutting it, a suggestion was made that something could be stuck in the headers. She looked curiously at the little bike and wondered, ‘What’s the header?’

Crossroads and Sand Dunes

As the day progressed, her focus, strength and belief in herself surfaced. Throttling away those earlier self-limitations, she was upping the ante! She’d gone from just wanting to get to the end to… ‘No, stuff that! No one’s going on my bike, I’m doing it all myself… I’m not letting anybody help me with any of it.

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