Motocross

Friday night my Dad and I went to the motocross races to see my cousin's little boy race. He did great and got 2nd out of 10 or so racers.

*Just being at the track brought back so many great memories of when Jon was racing. Every Sunday for about 5 years straight we got up at the crack of dawn, drove to some track, set up our tents and spent the day at the races. We always parked with the same crew so we had a blast hanging out and grilling food between motos. I really miss those days.*

Back to Friday night, inspirational story for you:
Back in December a local guy who is a professional snowcross racer lost his leg in a crash. Five short months later - he was out there racing motocross with a prosthetic (flying through the whoops, jumping doubles, everything). It was unbelievable and such an inspiration to watch!