There’s nothing quite like the feeling of gripping the handlebars, twisting the throttle, and letting the open road carry you forward. Being a woman on a motorcycle isn’t just about riding—it’s about freedom, strength, and claiming space in a world that often expects us to stay on the sidelines. When I ride, I’m not just a passenger in life. I’m in control, fully present, and completely alive. The rumble of the engine beneath me drowns out the noise of daily stress, and suddenly it’s just me, the bike, and the horizon.

The ride began with a familiar thrill: loading up early in the morning, pointing the bikes west, and setting our sights on Utah, Idaho, and Minnesota with a stop at the HOG Rally in Colorado Springs. Getting there wasn’t without its pauses. Somewhere along the road to Durango, construction brought us to a standstill behind a pilot car. Four hours of waiting had us restless and hungry, but patience paid off. Once released, we discovered the Gorge Bar & Grill—where a gorgeous burger, topped with smoky Hatch chiles, became the perfect reward.