I love room service.
That's why I initially went to the Anaheim motocross races with Dave. An extra ticket to the races was available and Dave didn't want it to go to waste. I figured I'd get a couple of free nights in a hotel, indulge in some room service, and check out the races, so I went. It was a win-win situation. If you would have told me that I'd become a super fan, I would have laughed my butt off. And then I walked into the stadium.
I'd never seen or heard anything like it. I watched those kids (because that's what most of the riders are - kids) take hard turns, jump, and pass eachother in a race to beat the clock. It looked scary as hell but thrilling. And they were only doing practice rides. - I swalled the hook.
I asked a lot of questions because I wanted to understand what I was watching. Our friend Adam broke down the course for me, explained how important a good start was, told me how the riders train, and told me how and why they ride the way they did. I told him how exciting I found it all and he laughed and said "Girl, you ain't seen nothin' yet. This is just practice. Wait until you actually see them race!" - The hook was set.
Through the qualifing races, I was cheering and excited. During the main races, I was on my feet and shouting! The engines thundered, the riders flew over huge triple jumps, and they tore past eachother to move up in position. They looked fearless. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. I ate it up. I devoured it. - I was being reeled in.
After the race I was talking mile a minute about how cool it was. I asked more questions. I heard more stories. And I met a former rider. No, a former champion. Jason Lanford Sr. had been the number 1 racer in the world and here I was learning from him and Adam about the world of motocross. That did it. I was not just a fan...I was being set up to be a monster fan. There was no going back.
So yes, I am the most unlikely motocross fan you'd ever meet. And I blame Adam. I was a perfectly normal mom and wife before he exposed me to that adrenaline rush known as motocross. Thanks to Adam, I now understand terms like "holeshot" and "skimming the whoops". I understand what it means to scrub a jump and that it has a purpose beyond just looking really cool. And I love that I can explain to my friends (who know even less about motocross than I do) what all these things mean! Last week I even chose going to an arena race for my birthday and skipped going to the Coach purse outlet because I didn't have time for both! If that isn't the definition of a newly formed monster fan, I don't know what is. I passed up the opportunity to buy COACH at a remarkably reduced price, people! There is no helping me at this point.
Did I mention that at my last pedicure, I had my toes painted KTM orange for good luck? I'm sure that's why Casey Hinson made the main at San Diego. Yeah......