My sixteen-year-old son raced in the TORO cross-country this weekend. It was his first race ever. It rained all morning, and by the time the experts were pulling off the track they were telling everyone who would listen to load up and go home. As one succinctly put it, "If you don't have to, don't f----ing do it." They were coming off completely brown, soaked with mud, many with torn jerseys and rain coats, either from falling or from the mesquite thorns, I don't know. I was ready to call it quits, but my son was eager to ride in his first race.
The course was seven miles long, and it was one continuous maze of mud ruts all the way--through the trees, down the straights, in the grass track, over the motocross course. It was brutally tiring, sloppy gumbo on top of hard-pack as slick as ice. It was a constant fight to keep the rear wheel behind the front. I rode one lap and decided I'd had enough fun for a while; I was starting to get cramps and I was frankly exhausted.
My son rode the full three laps, and took fourth in the C 200 class! He said if he had known he was in contention for a tropy, he would have skipped the pit stop for a drink and a goggle wipe. I was very proud, and I think he's hooked. Can't wait for Muenster on December 18.:) :) :) :) :)
The course was seven miles long, and it was one continuous maze of mud ruts all the way--through the trees, down the straights, in the grass track, over the motocross course. It was brutally tiring, sloppy gumbo on top of hard-pack as slick as ice. It was a constant fight to keep the rear wheel behind the front. I rode one lap and decided I'd had enough fun for a while; I was starting to get cramps and I was frankly exhausted.
My son rode the full three laps, and took fourth in the C 200 class! He said if he had known he was in contention for a tropy, he would have skipped the pit stop for a drink and a goggle wipe. I was very proud, and I think he's hooked. Can't wait for Muenster on December 18.:) :) :) :) :)
