These are my kids..... my babies!
Don't their wheels ever touch the ground?
It was a local "Hare Scramble" style dirt bike race, specially for kids. Steve borrowed MY bike for the event and didn't damage it (even with landing those gravity-defying leaps!). He came in 3rd after 2 boys with much gnarlier bikes & more racing experience. Cami (one of the smaller participants) came in 5th out of 10 total kids.
I was feeling terror-pride watching them drift around corners, overtake others and flying off the jumps. But no one crashed and no one got hurt that day....
... Sunday however during the main event, Steve participated and managed to fracture one of his toes stubbing his riding boot into a tree (my bike was unscathed). He still came in 5th for his age category (out of 12). Monday morning was a trip to get Xrays, he says it hurt but not as bad as his sprained foot last season (ugh... BOYS!). My darling husband raced on Sunday too, and he hauled butt for someone that had a cold, he came in 2nd for his class against 15 others! I was so proud (without the terror) ... what a man!
My boys are full of danger and adventure... but with legal, skill-enhancing activities that boosts their confidence without trashing anyone else's so I cringe & grin then hug them tight when they come home tired and dirty.



