I'm going through the same thing with my dad. Ever since I was little I've loved 2 things. Jets and motorcycles. I want to become a Naval Aviator when I grow up, but I also love riding dirtbikes. I just recently got my first bike-September. Well, since this was all I could find and afford, i bought a 250-yeah, I know, not the smartest thing in the world. Anyways, I really got into it since my best friend rides. Well at my first track, I messed up a jump and went straight off a berm. I didn't crash hard or anything, just a normal wreck, but my wrist hurt really bad, I just thought I sprained it and kept riding. Turns out I broke my arm. So now after the casts off I want to go riding again, but I have to sell the 250 for a 125. But my dad's trying to get me to quit riding now! The other day in our "local" mx shop I was going to exchange the boots they got me-some cheap O'neals, and get the better and cooler Vectors, and my dad went off on me saying that it's not like i'm racing or anything-which I plan on to this summer. So we're in a big arguement over riding and how dangerous it is, especially since I want to be a pilot, but I wouldn't give up riding for the world! So I'm in a really bad position right now. It's kinda like-drop riding and be a pilot, keep riding and most likely not be able to be a pilot b/c I'm bound to break more bones. It sucks:mad: