I wish my dad was like you guys. The one thing I learned to do particularly well from my dad was getting out of situations that might involve effort of any kind. I was a very bad student in elementary school, and in 5th grade I was almost expelled (hard to do, or at least it was for me). I would have been, if my "potential" wasn't so high. Going from 5th to 6th grade (new school) my grades went from straight A's to nearly straight D's. I just didn't do the homework. I couldn't explain now why I was so against it, but with on and off parenting I just wasn't motivated to do it. In 7th grade I got my first dirtbike, and for the first time I cared about something. At that time there were only two things in the world that truly mattered to me, getting a dirtbike, and getting a dog. 1 out of 2 isn't bad, so I dedicated myself to riding.
In 8th grade, I was failing almost everything, with a D average (an A in a class or two) and my teachers once again tried to get me "on the right track". With well above average test scores I was given the option of skipping the rest of 8th grade and going right to highschool. Thinking it would be fun, I went ahead and said ok. I was planned to move up at the end of the semester, which left about two weeks, and this allowed me to sit back and do what I had always done. Well, my teachers decided I had "checked out" and I was therefore put in 'In School Suspension' for 8 days solid. I think it was there that I stopped being a troublemaker. I don't know why, but from that point on I never had a problem with sitting still, or reading quietly (which I enjoyed anyway), or anything else for that matter.
My grades in highschool mirrored those of middleschool exactly, and I recieved .5 credits for the year. My Sophomore year I didn't earn a single credit, or even a half credit. My Junior year, with almost no way of graduating on time, I made a last effort, had a 3.0 average and burnt out with a bang. With absolutely no support, and nothing keeping me in school anymore other than the idea that "it's the right thing to do" I dropped out. I was still 15 at the time, but I worked out a way with the school to leave that very day. All my parents had to do was sign me off, and they did (If you remember, the one thing they tought me well was how to get out of things I don't want to do).
That basically brings us to where I am now. No job, no car, a dirtbike, two dogs. I have access to my dads truck, so I use it often, but he wont be able to afford the insurance, and he's taking me off at the end of the month.
My two year plan is to make a serious run at going pro, and if it doesn't look good I'll be a firefighter in SoCal. Pretty simple, eh? Statistically it's nearly impossible to be a pro MXer, but statistics don't mean anything. The only hurdle is really yourself, and what you're willing to do for what you want. Pro motocrossers aren't a fluke, and Ricky, Jeremy, Bubba, and Pastrana didn't get lucky. They went out and got what they wanted. I've got more than enough physical and mental ability, now what it really comes down to is can I pull everything together in two years and be in a position to race pro.
The one thought that keeps me up at night is where James Stewart is, and where I am. We're the same age, and he could lap me in a two lap race.
Good luck at the races.