justalonewolf007
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- Apr 30, 2007
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Dear Mom,
Two weeks ago, I took a fantastic digger while practicing on a new track. It was pretty technical, so I was taking things pretty slowly except for a great midsized tabletop.
I was getting back into the swing of things, having been all winter off, and decided to step it up a notch, and try clear the table top. It was friendly, and not so huge, so I figured that it wouldn't be much of a problem.
I took my time going about things, giving it one try at a time, lap by lap slowly getting a little farther and farther.
Finally I paused for a little break, noting that it was getting dark.
"Okay little CR, let's give it one last try."
Sure enough I did clear it, but on the landing, my front wheel caught and sent me flying over the handlbars. I landed right on my head. The first thing I realized was that I couldn't breathe due to a mouth (literally) full of dirt.
I started spitting and pawing at my face...In my hurry, I had inadvertantly scooped another handful of dirt IN to my mouth. This rather brought me back to my senses, and I started laughing out loud at my dirty predicament.
My head hurt some, and I felt only slightly dazed...so I figured I was good to get up and go.
Something seemed a little odd about the way everything seemed so bright...and sure enough, I had broken the visor off my helmet...I picked up the broken piece, and brought the CR back to my trailer and car.
A little investigation of my helmet showed that my noggin had taken a pretty good hit. The foam was cracked and dented in, and there was a crack in the shell in addition to my broken visor.
I didn't want to tell you that I broke my helmet, but you managed to find out somehow (Dad? Were you the one who told on me?). I am a super prideful daughter, and don't want you to think that I am a reckless rider even though I push the boundaries occasionally.
Thank you for teaching me to get up every time I fall. This doesn't just apply to riding; it is one of my most valued goals in everything that I do.
I don't know what possessed you to buy me a new helmet. Most moms would have said "tape it up and use it again." Instead, you cared enough to call me and make sure you had picked out the right size.
What's more, is that you didn't stop there. I never expected you to order the sprocket and chain too. At this point, I was speechless, and that doesn't happen often as you well know. I've been needing those parts for far too long, but rent, food, and gas costs have kept me from getting them.
Those shiny parts may not be all that appealing to you (you did admit my sprocket looked very "pretty" in red), but they are almost gold to me.
You have been so supportive of my pursuit in motocross, even though you really don't like the sport. Racing is huge for me, and I cannot thank you enough for helping me pursue my life dream like this. Thank you also for teaching me to never give up. I didn't understand the value of learning this from you until I moved out (and started racing).
Things were moving along nicely, and I was about to hang up the phone when you decided to get me new riding pants too. I was floored (this an extreme understatement), and even tried to protest. How did you know that my old ones didn't fit anymore?!
(A note to all moms: Your teleki wait...no...telepa...no that's not right either...uhm...your mind reading skills are both terrifying and awesome at the same time).
You won the discussion, as you always do. I'm glad you won many of them in the past too (ones that didn't have to do with motorcycle parts).
Now I have pants that fit, and don't press my surgery scar! This all came in addition to the new side plates, boots, and chest protector that you and dad had gotten me for Christmas and my Birthday.
I didn't exactly ask for these things, but you put a lot of time and effort into getting them for me, and that speaks to me far more than if you had bought me a designer pair of jeans or some other silly thing like that.
The next day, you bought me a few groceries in the middle of your busy trip to town.
These words will never do justice to everything you have done for me. I at least want to express my gratefulness for the parts and gear, and show everyone else on this board what an awesome mom I've got!
Mom, I love you! Happy Belated Mothers day
P.S. See how good these make my bike look now? If not, dad will at least enjoy them!
Number plates!
After!
Two weeks ago, I took a fantastic digger while practicing on a new track. It was pretty technical, so I was taking things pretty slowly except for a great midsized tabletop.
I was getting back into the swing of things, having been all winter off, and decided to step it up a notch, and try clear the table top. It was friendly, and not so huge, so I figured that it wouldn't be much of a problem.
I took my time going about things, giving it one try at a time, lap by lap slowly getting a little farther and farther.
Finally I paused for a little break, noting that it was getting dark.
"Okay little CR, let's give it one last try."
Sure enough I did clear it, but on the landing, my front wheel caught and sent me flying over the handlbars. I landed right on my head. The first thing I realized was that I couldn't breathe due to a mouth (literally) full of dirt.
I started spitting and pawing at my face...In my hurry, I had inadvertantly scooped another handful of dirt IN to my mouth. This rather brought me back to my senses, and I started laughing out loud at my dirty predicament.
My head hurt some, and I felt only slightly dazed...so I figured I was good to get up and go.
Something seemed a little odd about the way everything seemed so bright...and sure enough, I had broken the visor off my helmet...I picked up the broken piece, and brought the CR back to my trailer and car.
A little investigation of my helmet showed that my noggin had taken a pretty good hit. The foam was cracked and dented in, and there was a crack in the shell in addition to my broken visor.
I didn't want to tell you that I broke my helmet, but you managed to find out somehow (Dad? Were you the one who told on me?). I am a super prideful daughter, and don't want you to think that I am a reckless rider even though I push the boundaries occasionally.
Thank you for teaching me to get up every time I fall. This doesn't just apply to riding; it is one of my most valued goals in everything that I do.
I don't know what possessed you to buy me a new helmet. Most moms would have said "tape it up and use it again." Instead, you cared enough to call me and make sure you had picked out the right size.
What's more, is that you didn't stop there. I never expected you to order the sprocket and chain too. At this point, I was speechless, and that doesn't happen often as you well know. I've been needing those parts for far too long, but rent, food, and gas costs have kept me from getting them.
Those shiny parts may not be all that appealing to you (you did admit my sprocket looked very "pretty" in red), but they are almost gold to me.
You have been so supportive of my pursuit in motocross, even though you really don't like the sport. Racing is huge for me, and I cannot thank you enough for helping me pursue my life dream like this. Thank you also for teaching me to never give up. I didn't understand the value of learning this from you until I moved out (and started racing).
Things were moving along nicely, and I was about to hang up the phone when you decided to get me new riding pants too. I was floored (this an extreme understatement), and even tried to protest. How did you know that my old ones didn't fit anymore?!
(A note to all moms: Your teleki wait...no...telepa...no that's not right either...uhm...your mind reading skills are both terrifying and awesome at the same time).
You won the discussion, as you always do. I'm glad you won many of them in the past too (ones that didn't have to do with motorcycle parts).
Now I have pants that fit, and don't press my surgery scar! This all came in addition to the new side plates, boots, and chest protector that you and dad had gotten me for Christmas and my Birthday.
I didn't exactly ask for these things, but you put a lot of time and effort into getting them for me, and that speaks to me far more than if you had bought me a designer pair of jeans or some other silly thing like that.
The next day, you bought me a few groceries in the middle of your busy trip to town.
These words will never do justice to everything you have done for me. I at least want to express my gratefulness for the parts and gear, and show everyone else on this board what an awesome mom I've got!
Mom, I love you! Happy Belated Mothers day
P.S. See how good these make my bike look now? If not, dad will at least enjoy them!
Number plates!
After!
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