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& everything in between.

Okay so real talk. I have felt like a nomad for most of my adult life. Always moving, always starting over, and my best friends ended up scattered across different states and honestly different countries. So I never really had that built in community thing. No childhood crew down the street. No established group. Just family up North and a whole lot of figuring it out on my own.

So I built HRH because I wanted something different for other girls.

Think of it kind of like a Girl Scout troop but make it motorcycles, cars, and actually fun. A laid back group of women who show up for experiences together, go on rides, hit events, and just live life out loud. Because what is even the point of doing something amazing if nobody is there with you to feel it too?

And honestly it also gives me as a photographer a revolving door of real moments to capture. Genuine experiences, genuine people, genuine memories. That is the kind of work I love doing and HRH makes that possible in the most organic way.

It is not a club. There is no application, no cliques, no exit drama. Just a network of women who want to experience things, make memories, and have something beautiful to look back on someday.

Honestly it has been hard. And I say that with zero shame.

I spent 8 years doing birth photography. I was the fly on the wall in the most intimate moments of someone's life. It was quiet, it was emotional, and it was almost entirely a female world. Then I pivoted to motorsports and suddenly I am sticking my head out of a sunroof trying to nail the perfect action shot at full speed on a race track. The learning curve was real.

But the hardest part was not the technical stuff. It was walking into a space that is so heavily male dominated and feeling like I had to prove something just to be taken seriously. Not as a photographer. As a girl with a camera. There is a difference and anyone who has been in that position knows exactly what I mean.

I will not lie to you. I have felt knocked down. Once, twice... okay three or more times. But here is what I know now that I wish I knew sooner.

It is okay to feel that way. Feel it, sit with it, then get back up.

You find that one person who tells you to keep pushing. And sometimes that person is just you staring back at yourself in the mirror. That counts too. Build your village wherever you can find it and if you cannot find one then be your own village until the right people show up.

Not every space in the moto world is going to feel right. And that is okay. But when you find the good ones you will know. Here are the green flags I have personally experienced that told me I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Photographers and videographers who don't gatekeep. I have asked other creatives about their rigs, their workflow, their editing process and without hesitation they are sending me apps, links and suggestions. No competition energy. Just people who want to see you win too. That is rare and it is worth holding onto.

Events that include the whole family. When an event has activities for the kids, demos to teach, and resources to hand out that is a mindful experience. It says this community sees you as a whole person not just a rider. Those are the events worth showing up to.

Women who are just as immersive in making memories. When other women take care of each other in a way that makes you feel included and you actually get to come home with memories and keepsakes that you will keep forever. That is the kind of energy that makes the moto world feel like home.

People who take safety seriously and want to bring you along. The ones who are ready to talk gear, where to get it, how to wear it and why it matters. Who can give you constructive criticism to keep you safe and knowledgeable on the road without making you feel small for not knowing. Those people are gold.

A seamless ride that just flows. My first all female HRH ride out showed me this firsthand. Despite limited Cardo communication the synchronized riding, the safe skills, the smooth flow of the group without pressure or ego — it was one of the most amazing feelings I have ever had on a bike. No chaos. Just women riding together like they had been doing it their whole lives.