First Love
The photo above is of myself getting some airtime while hanging out with my brother last year on Memorial Day weekend at an open AMA motocross practice session in Michigan. Motocross is still the one sport that really grabs my attention and could ultimately draw me away from competitive cycling. I grew up wanting to be like my dad(bottom photo)and wishing I was half the racer he was while bringing home trophies weekend after weekend. We must of had hundreds of trophies in our basement and around the house that showcased his achievements. Motorcycle racing with my family when I was growing up has pretty much mirrors my bicycle racing today. We are still on the road every weekend traveling to many different venues, but only a few trophies every season. I'm not sure what would happen if I actually stayed home throughout the Summer months without competing? I'd probably be just another homeowner in the neighborhood going to spinning classes at the YMCA trying to keep my weight down.
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