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EDITORIAL
For much of my riding life, I ' ve been reminded that I ' m a " female rider." Not simply a rider. A motorcyclist. A female rider. It ' s rarely intended as anything negative, but the label itself says something about motorcycling culture in countries like Australia. Women on motorcycles are still uncommon enough to be considered different. We have women ' s riding groups, women ' s events and women ' s communities, all of which play an important role in encouraging participation. Yet their existence also reflects the fact that women riders are often viewed as a separate category rather than part of the mainstream. Then I spent time riding through South East Asia. What struck me wasn ' t just the scenery or the incredible roads, but how normal it was to see women on motorcycles. They rode to work, carried families, ran businesses and travelled between
BUILDING A COMMUNITY towns. Motorcycles weren ' t a hobby or lifestyle statement; they were simply a part of everyday life.
And because of that, nobody seemed particularly interested in whether a rider was male or female.
That reality became even clearer during a ride through Cambodia with a group of local male riders. Having spent years being conscious of being " the woman in the group," I wasn ' t entirely sure what to expect.
What I found was friendship, respect and genuine camaraderie.
The riders I travelled with were welcoming, helpful and eager to share their knowledge of the country. More importantly, they treated me exactly the same as everyone else. As the ride progressed, some of the riders discovered I had more experience than they did in certain conditions, particularly on gravel and rough terrain. Advice and knowledge flowed both ways, without ego or surprise. We were simply riders helping other riders. It was a refreshing reminder of what motorcycling is supposed to be.
The road doesn ' t care who ' s behind the handlebars. A river crossing doesn ' t discriminate. A difficult track doesn ' t ask whether you ' re male or female before testing your skills. Experience, judgement and attitude matter far more than gender ever will.
In Cambodia, I wasn ' t a female rider. I was simply a rider.
The friendships formed, the conversations shared and the mutual respect shown throughout the journey had very little to do with gender and everything to do with a shared passion for riding.
It ' s a lesson that stayed with me long after I returned home.
Perhaps the future of motorcycling isn ' t about creating more divisions, even well-intentioned ones. Perhaps it ' s about building a community where everyone feels equally welcome and where riders are judged not by who they are, but by how they contribute to the journey.
The Cambodian riders I met seemed to understand that instinctively. They valued experience, friendship and camaraderie above everything else.
And perhaps that ' s the lesson worth bringing home. When the helmets go on and the engines fire into life, we ' re all chasing the same thing: adventure, freedom and the shared connection that comes from travelling on two wheels.
Megan
Guest Editorial- Megan Governi
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