I love riding my dirt bike. I take dirt biking trips just about every month, sometimes more. I go racing, I work on my bikes constantly, but the one thing that I never was able to get into is freestyle motocross. I tell you what those guys are real daredevils. Those people are doing back flips, tail whips, no hand landers all like it’s nothing.
Last week I went to a freestyle motocross competition and it was incredible. Some of the tricks that these people are doing are just insane. I mean they’re flying off of 50-60 foot jumps doing back flips. It really is incredible. But besides getting to see all of these sweet tricks this time around, it was really reminiscent of my first time seeing freestyle motocross. I had only been to a show one other time with my dad when I was younger, and I remember back then I thought it was just as cool—if not cooler.
I remember it like it was yesterday. It was a school night, so my mom didn’t want us to go but my dad and I went out anyway because we knew that it was going to be awesome. When we got there we could hear the sounds of the biking warming up down on the stadium floor and sight of blue smoke rising from all of their tail pipes.
They performed for what seemed to be almost two hours and I could not get enough. I had just gotten my first digital camera and I was taking all kind of pictures and taking videos of them going over the jumps. After they were done all of the riders went outside and signed autographs and talked with all of the attendees and I was so stoked to meet them. I had them sign my little racing jersey at the time—which I still have to this day—and I was excited as can be. When we got home mom was sure mad at us, but of course she asked to see all the pictures we took!
For the longest time after my mom and dad both wouldn’t let me do any types of tricks on my dirt bike and if they caught me they would ground me from my bike. I snuck some in every now and then but I mostly followed the rules because I couldn’t stand being without my bike for any amount of time at all.
Eventually the rule was lifted and I could do whatever I wanted, but by that time it wasn’t that attractive to me. I was more focused on racing and doing it competitively that I kind of lost all interest. Now I look at it and I can’t even imagine practicing some of those tricks.
Maybe I am just one of the racers who is too sissy to do any type of tricks. Well, maybe so, but I like going fast instead of flying through the air. That’s what I prefer to do on my bike.