I don’t know if all of you know this, but I was in Dance for 13 years: Tapp, Jazz, Hip-Hop and one year of Ballet when I was three. The many years I got out of dance actually helped my riding and made me into a stronger person. Being flexible helped for crashing situations because the body could bend more than what a regular person could, which is why so many people, Guys and Girls who moto, are doing Yoga classes nowadays.
Ah yes, the good old days, when all we had to worry about was going to school and hanging out with friends. The hangout place when I was growing up in Yorkton was the Pizza Hut Parking lot. Yes, that’s right, Pizza Hut. When all my friends had our licence we would cruise up and down Broadway and then meet up at the infamous Pizza Hut parking lot. It was a carefree time when we didn’t even think about paying bills or mortgages. As the years went by, more responsibilities took over. Moving out of the parents’ house to start a life becomes very real. I felt like I grew up pretty fast. I consider myself to be a very independent person from all the adventures I got to go on through motocross. This summer while you were all out riding, Brendon and I were working on our house. The never ending renovations have started and the determining where money is spent is a lot different than what it used to be. I am more excited about having our bathroom renovated than I am about what’s going to happen on the weekend. Oh how times have changed.
For my birthday weekend, I figured that it would be nice to go for a little bike ride. I now realize that I have a newfound respect for anyone who rides a 450. I don’t have a bike right now so I have been cruising around on Brendon’s Honda 450. The first couple times I loved riding it but after this last time on the weekend I realized it’s a lot harder than I thought it was going to be. The times I had ridden it earlier was when the track had absolutely no ruts and was smooth as glass. This past weekend, we went out and the track was still the same condition it was after race day, with some big ruts and choppy straights. I was excited because that’s what I love to ride in, but this was a different story. Going through a rut on a big bike like that takes a lot of control, and I damn near ripped my arms off the first couple laps. That bike was throwing me around like a kid on a rollercoaster. I felt so completely out of control that I decided that I should probably end the day before I crashed and ripped my Achilles in half again. I think I either need to bulk up to ride a 450 or just ride a 250 two-stroke. I heard they’re easy to ride……right maffy? 🙂
Growing up is something we all go through. Have fun and take advantage of your childhood. Make an endless amount of memories and experience it with the people you love most!
Denaye 🙂
