Oh goodie, I get to be the 1st in this thread to brag on my little girl. :thumb:
She was 8 when I bought her a KTM 50. She had no probs with a bicycle, other than no fear of speed, so taking to a motorcycle was no prob for her. In fact the motorcycle was her idea, not mine and by the way I'm a single parent (just the 2 of us since she was 9 months old)
Tigger learned mobility from an electric scooter when she was little over a year old and also learned that it is possible to fall off. She got the idea of a motorcycle from a play station game I bought her for Christmas, SX98 I believe. After several months of listening to her talk about wanting a motorcycle the 2 of us began visiting dealerships to see what was available. It was suggested that we attend the local MX races that weekend as spectators, she wanted to be like McGrath. ;) The idea was for her to see some spectacular crashes that would change her mind about riding.
When the weekend came we found ourselves at the track for a great turnout of racers. Yes there were some good crashes but she was still convinced she wanted a bike. The next week we went to the KTM shop where she hopped on board a KTM 50. She had never sat on a bike before this. It was a very warm day and she was in shorts and flip-flops for shoes. The dealer said she could try and ride it if she wanted but the parking lot was pea gravel. Man was I surprised to see her go. The dealer spent all of 15 seconds explaining how to work the controls and off she went with never as much as a bobble. It would be the next day before we picked up 2 bikes, one for her and one for me, my 1st bike in about 25 years.
Later that week we went to the track for the 1st ride. It had rained and the black dirt was very slick. I think it was probably about 5 minutes before she blasted through what looked like a small lake as I lingered behind praying I wasn't going to have to wade out there and get her. Must have worked 'cause she made it through.
The following weeks were a blast for the both of us. I even took her out of school for a day to attend a MX school at her request. It was there that she had the 1st big crash. She was nearing the top of a big jump (Goat Mountain) as she looped out. I didn't see it but the instructor said it was a nasty looking spill. Right at the top she flipped over backward and made her way down the hill end over end 5 times, she didn't think to let go of the bike. By the time I got there she was still under the bike and crying. I imagined the worse but to my surprise she wasn't hurt, just mad. Her words were "this bike is too small to go up these hills." She got back on and finished the day.
It would be a few more weeks before the biggest of all crashes, a parent's potential nightmare. We were back at the local track for a beautiful day packed full of riding. There was a bunch of people out there, more than I'd ever seen but then again, we were virtual beginners. After about 8 hours of riding I said it was time to go. I loaded up my bike but every time I would go to load hers up she'd take off. The last time she hit the track and found herself stalled behind a double and in a blind spot. Before she could get out of the way on guy on a 250 came over and landed on her. When I got there she was out cold! The impact knocked her boot and goggles off and she had dirt and mud packed in her nose, mouth and eyes. A large group of people had gathered and you could have heard a pin drop. After what seemed and eternity I managed to get her to speak, I feared the worse. After determining she was able to move her head, arms and legs I took her to the nearest picnic table and stripped her down. Surprisingly the only cut on her was a scratch above her knee where the kneepads scraped her and she had a bruise on her back where she hit the ground. I had a hell of a time keeping her awake on the way home. I thought that for sure that was the end of motorcycling. :whiner: It would be about 2 months before she wanted to get back on and that took some convincing on my part. I simply asked her to test the bike in our backyard to see if it was working okay. I think it was about 2 weeks later before she asked me to go riding.
The following several months were somewhat frustrating for the both of us. We spent a lot of time following trails on the track property and she did great but if there was anyone else there she insisted that her bike stay in the trailer. I bet there were a dozen trips to the track that I unloaded her bike for her and she never even got on it. Christmas I bought her a KX60 at her request. The transition to the bigger bike and using a clutch and gears were no problem at all.
April 2002 rolled around and we were invited to the Amarillo fest at Lake McKensie with the Heartland Spodes and that was her 1st time to ride with anyone else since the big crash. She did struggle a bit when anyone else was around but when it was just the 2 of us she had no problems. Sometime after that she found the courage to make her reappearance on the local MX track but once again if anyone else hit the track she was back at the trailer and not wanting to ride anymore. It wasn't long after that we went out on a Friday night to camp at the track and ride Sat morning before anyone else got there. We didn't get up earlier enough because as we suited up, the first of many riders were pulling in. Fortunately one of the 1st to arrive was an older guy that she likes to tease. He convinced her that he'd stay behind her to not let anyone near her. That seemed to do the trick. As more people hit the track I could tell she was getting nervous. She started pulling off the track, as people would come up behind her. During a break our friend and me explained to her that pulling off the track and then back on was more dangerous than just holding her line. I failed to mention that she never once tried to go up the jump that she was landed on. She said she would her line but she wasn't ever going to go up that jump. The more she rode, the more comfortable she was getting. After some of the fast 80 riders safely passed her I could see the spark coming back into her. I told her we should be thinking about heading home and she requested the infamous "one more time." As I followed she made her way up the jump she said she would never go up again. The ride home was one of the most memorable I've ever experienced with my kid. She thanked me for not pushing her to do something she wasn't ready to do and my understanding. She also thanked me for the patience I showed her to allow her to conquer her fear. At her request we were back at the track that night for another camp out so we could spend the entire next day riding, it would be that day that she'd do her 1st double. :thumb:
DW02 rolled around and we made our 1st official DRN fest. It would also be her 1st time to ever race. She did the poker run, kids MX and the women's MX. She was very reserved, rode at her own pace and had a great time. The following weekend, back home, she would do her 1st race at the local track, she got a 1st place overall. The following races netted her a 1st, 3rd & 5th with a 2nd at the local AX (she didn't get a trophy for that one because they didn't have enough. that sucked!)
We'll see what the future has to hold. She is a very busy kid. Karate 3 nights a week, Cheerleading camp on Sundays, trying out for 7th grade cheerleading, cheerleading workshops, band at school, honor roll and all the extra curricular activities associated with that and MX every chance she gets.
Sorry to carry on so long, I just can't help myself sometimes. To summarize, my daughter had no problem learning to ride.