MOTHERS WHO RIDE Archives - kirstin roper photography
Deana is the 4th Mother to participate in my Mothers who Ride project, her husband Nathan sent me this e-mail after hearing about my project:
“Do I have a story for you. For the last seven years I have been married to a wonderful woman who rides. Deana Busch is a mother of 3, a full time pediatric nurse, wife, most recently a bikini body building competitor, and a motorcycle rider. This woman amazes me on the daily. Not only does she ride but has also been learning to work on her 1982 bobbed out Honda cx500.”
This little project is becoming more of a study of mothers who are still holding true, or searching in my case, to their “wild” after becoming a nurturer. and a study of their amazing support systems. and I love it all. I have met the most incredible people and I am so very grateful for you all. The Busch family are sincere, supportive and life-loving people. A little more about Deana:
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I am so excited to share more from my personal project, Mothers Who Ride. This is Abigail, we met at a park earlier this year, and we started chatting and quickly became facebook friends. When I posted my first session for this project, she contacted me and said that many of the things I said resonated with her, and she wanted to be part of my project. Abi’s husband Davy co-owns Suicide Lane Cycles, a custom motorcycle shop downtown. I got to hang out at the shop with this awesome family. I was in heaven. Here is a little bit about Abi and why she started to ride:
Raised by a father who is a doctor, it was ingrained, and drilled into me, at a very young age, just how dangerous motorcycles could be. Riders were referred to as “organ donors” in our house, not that they were doing anything wrong, not that they were bad or stupid people, the ER was just a place where you see too much of the negative side of riding, one that my father just couldn’t imagine for his kids, it was just too dangerous a hobby from what he had seen. This was long before campaigns like ‘Start seeing motorcycles’ and honestly helmets weren’t nearly as badass as they are now, because of this background, the first time I actually rode as a passenger on a motorcycle, I was well in my late 20’s, my reckless days behind me, I was a mother and I was supposed to be responsible. I felt that heavy and deeply-rooted in my heart, you have an obligation to not do anything senseless anymore. You’ve done your share of the idiotic. But, this one ride invigorated me and sparked something inside of me, but it still wouldn’t be until my mid 30’s that I had the courage to ride one myself. Now a mother to 3 boys I was deep in the throes of motherhood. I only started riding a year and a half ago, my baby was just starting to wean and I needed something. Some days it was all I could do to keep from screaming and trying to crawl out of my skin. It is difficult to explain, if you aren’t a mama, but overwhelming and helpless feelings of being ‘touched out’ can come on strong at times. A desire to do something that was mine alone, with no kids pulling at me, climbing on me, grabbing for me, yelling for me, kissing me, caressing me, clinging to me. I needed something. This mama needed to do something that made me feel strong, empowered and in control. An outlet for recharging and a time to not be the nurturer, for just a moment. Parenting can feel wildly chaotic, and completely outside of your control at times. Something I am well suited for, something I adore and would never change, but it is intense.
I chose to learn to ride.
Nothing beats the connection you have to the earth, the elements and your surroundings when on a bike. The smells, the light and shadows, the temperature changes. You are connected to it all, you are part of it, and you are focused. It is mind clearing and centering. Making all the chaos of daily life unimportant, at least for the moment. For me, it is a reclaiming of self, and a soul lifting experience, every single time I get on my bike. It was empowering to learn something new and to push myself to do something a little scary. I hope to model these things for my kids, I want them to know they can do anything, to encourage them to go outside their comfort zones, and push themselves to approach their passions head on and always follow their dreams. (As long as they wear a helmet!)
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I’m so excited to share my second session in my personal project series, Mothers who Ride. Meet Dlayne, she is the mother of two beautiful daughters, wife to a Police officer, has the best laugh in the world, and she also rides a motorcycle. I was invited into the Swensen’s home to spend the morning as Eva and Reina gathered eggs and made breakfast. Then I tagged along with Dlayne and her husband Clayton as they rode up the canyon on their bikes. I love that they ride together.
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So last fall I bought a motorcycle, a Triumph Bonneville. I have always dreamed of owning a Triumph and my husband was so supportive of me buying one; I was going through some major postpartum anxiety and self confidence issues. So he encouraged me to take the Basic Rider Course and I quickly fell in love. I have learned so much about myself from being on my bike. Even though I am still very new and nervous when riding, there is such a great feeling of freedom and confidence I get just from an hour or two alone with my motorcycle.
So the idea for this personal project was born. I wanted to photograph other mothers who ride, to document them and talk to them about their experiences; and all on film. This is the first of many sessions, my friend Cori, who is a new rider too. She says, “it’s fun, relaxing, a stress-relief, just me & my bike, and the road.”
know any other bad-ass mothers who ride motorcycles? you know what to do… firstname.lastname@example.org
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