The motocross track is a path, carefully planned and carved out of the earth, that challenges the rider with abrupt turns, unexpected whoops or hills, and all the variables of human error and unpredictable weather. It is a short path ridden, but is much like the long life we live, complete with a great start, an unpredictable middle, and the ultimate end, marked by a waving black and white checkered flag. As motocrossers make their final lap and cross the finish line, they look back over the lifetime of the course and review their entire performance. For many it is about finishing first, but for some it is about the integrity of the ride.
There is no place to hide on the motocross track. The manner by which you conduct yourself is made plainly visible for all to see. The decisions you make are knee jerk, completely reactive, and based upon your experience and judgment which are inextricably interrelated to your character. The track is a testing ground which reveals who you are.
I love watching my nephews ride, padded and protected with all the gear they so carefully don for safety and in preparation for any unforseen event. They are incredibly focused as they fly over the whoops, strategically land, and prepare for the next hurdle in the track. Seeing them finish safely is a blessing, but the most telling part of the race is to hear their interpretation of how things went. They are always congratulatory to the winner, humble in their abilities, and stick to the notion of good sportmanship. They don't cheat, are realistic in how they view themselves, and always look to the lesson that can be learned from the race. Their performance on the track is a mirror image of the real lives they live. The short race on a motocross track is...life condensed to the most basic and important elements.
They are simply amazing. Tim and Jeff, I admire you both.