Sunday, April 5, 2009

First dirtbike race for # 45 on 4-5-09

All smiles and gatorade before the race.

First Practice

Practice racing

Out of the gates for the first real race

Almost got tangled up here

#5 is who he ends of tangeling with later

He is in 2nd at this point.

They comtinue to battle

She takes it on the whoops.

and he wrecks trying to take it back. After much calming (1 hr later) and a snow cone

Brad convincing

He's in the gate, but still not sure

and he's off alone just like he likes it

Coming to the end of his first day of racing

Well, needless to say it has been a long weekend, but today was the day Colt has been waiting on for a long time and it didn't go as planned. We got up very early and headed to the track. He practiced and was soooo ready to race. Well, after first practice he went to the riders meeting and then was resting and you could tell he was so excited. Well, it was finally his time and he got up to the gate and got ready and off he went. He came charging out of the gate and was in 3rd almost immediately out of 11 kiddos. Pretty good start for your first race. Well, he and a girl tangled up as he tried to pass her and he got ran over by another rider. I guess you could say that he has some battle scars that chicks are going to dig. He cried and cried I think because it scared him. I really didn't get what had happend until several hours later. He literally had another rider run over his face. Pretty scary for a kid, much less a mom. Needless to say, he refused to ride his next race. He finally decided to ride on the small track and was back to doing jumps in no time. However, he was refusing the big one. Brad and I convinced him after a chuck E cheese promise to just ride and several hours of "come on, you can do it". He didn't have to race, but we wanted him to get back on the big track so he wouldn't be scared. Brad told him he just wanted him to ride. He could sit in the gate until everyone was gone, but he wanted him to go around the track 4 times. Well, crying all the way to the gate and me carrying him and Brad pushing the bike, we got him there. He cried the whole time Brad said until he took off and then he got a cheesy grin across his face. I can not tell you how proud I am of him. I don't know that I would have been brave enough to do any of this is the first place, but he got out there and conquered his fear and I can't say he will be riding real soon, but he assured us he didn't want to sell his bike. : )

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