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Message: [QUOTE="bbbom, post: 269999, member: 16301"] [b]Boss is gone!!![/b] It all started a very long time ago. I was born into a family that rode and raced. My dad drag raced his Triumph and raced some cross country on bikes and sleds. My uncles raced anything from MX to desert or crosscountry races to hillclimbs. They rode trails that Karl would love - you know the trails that aren't really trails but just an area where there is kinda an opening in the trees and brush and most of the time it goes either straight up or straight down with lots of downed trees, rocks, roots & ruts. My mom got into trouble when she was in her early 20's because my grandfather told her girls couldn't ride - so she took off on my uncle's 500. From my earliest memories, there was always a race somewhere be it dirtbikes or snowmobiles that my family was involved in and grandma's upstairs was filled with trophies. My younger cousins 4 of them started out racing by age 4. My bro and I were the oldest and my parents weren't as gung ho about the race scene plus I was interested in horses back then so my bro raced but I was usually a spectator. We did ride snowmobiles together since I was about 5 years old, grandma, grandpa, mom & dad, cousins, aunts & uncles. My oldest uncle (of 2 of them) climbed Widowmaker on a stock 500 shortly after the guy in "On Any Sunday" made the first successful climb (so the family legend goes). Most of my cousins are still racing and mechanicing around the area. Unfortunately, I never really got into the bikes until I moved home after living in the SW for 15 years. I rode as a kid on whatever the other kids would let me use. I remember on one College break, one of my cousins had stopped by on his bike probably a 125 or so. I hopped on it and took it for a spin (it had been a very long time). I kinda missed my turn and rode down the ditch for a while as my cousin almost wet himself laughing at me. I guess it was his way of getting even for all the torture I had inflicted as the family babysitter. When I moved back home & onto my property, my bro and his friends would come riding through my place to get to the trails while I was working on all my building projects. So, finally, after the millionth time of my bro giving me garbage about not riding I bought a used KLX300 (cause he had a KLX250 and I wanted to one up him!). I rode the KLX for 1.5 seasons and learned a ton thanks to my bro and his buddies being patient and picking me back up many many times. Then, after spending oodles of dollars and lots of time shopping at the shop Karl worked at and someone telling Karl that I thought he was a nice guy and cute too - Karl shows up to ride with my bro on Mother's Day. My son and I joined them and a couple of Karl's 500 riding nutcase buddies. I had a new riding partner ;) and soon after that fell in love with the CR500. So that's where it all came from - it's a mental deficiency in my family and I have happily passed it onto my kids! [/QUOTE]

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