I know we all love the magic of National MX, the factory stars, and memories of the elite from yesteryear.
But much of the MX magic resides in our own personal experience.
Check out the photo above; this was submitted by my long-time buddy Shannon Kurek (who is now one of the top triathlon and endurance sport event promoters in Ohio and surrounding regions).
Shannon recalls this big air shot is from 1985, at his grandma's farm in Mansfield, Ohio. He's riding a 1984 Suzuki RM 100.
Can't we all remember how it felt to be young and free, flying a motocross bike at our local riding area? How dynamic the senses were and how receptive we were to embracing the experience?
This is how we can all remember motocross; as a celebration of our youth and a pathway of life to come.
For me, the personal experience was 99% of it all. Sure, watching and reading about the pro scene was cool, but just icing on the cake. The real deal was trail riding, play racing, and real racing with your friends - or just cruising through the woods by yourself.
ReplyDeleteA celebration of youth? Without a doubt. The celebration doesn't have to end though, just keep on riding - whatever your riding currently is.
My motocross days ended in 1981 with plenty of great memories. Replaced by mountain biking in 1984 and continues to this day adding an additional pile of memories to the mix.
Whatever your thing is, just keep doing it...