Background: I first rode a dirtbike when I was 13 years old. My mom took me to Durhamtown, GA and we rented a ttr-125. I was profoundly in love with riding from that point on and begged and begged for a bike. While she was open to the idea, we weren't in a position to buy one. Fast forward 10 years, I've graduated college, secured a fancy desk job, and put away enough savings to buy a bike. Purchased a 2007 KTM 250 XC when I was 23 y.o.
Story: When I was 25, I decided I wanted to race a GNCC. The Big Buck season opener is only 50 mins from my house, so I signed up. My friend came with me to serve as a pit crew of sorts. We camped out Saturday night in preparation for the Sunday morning race. Gorgeous night. I don't think I had ever seen stars that clear before. If only the douche with the generator would've cut it off during quiet hours
Anyway, Sunday rolls around and to my surprise, my mom, brother, and his family showed up to support me. I finished my first GNCC, 2nd to last in my class (250C junior), but had an absolute blast. I saw my mom and she was even more elated than I was. Knowing I made her proud is one of my fondest memories.