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My parents didn't want me to ride , but when i was younger i found alot of photoalbums of my dad of his races.
And there it just started, my interest in mx. Back than you had advertisements in our local newspaper and there was a pw 50 in it just around the corner.
We went looking and i got to ride that thing in the streets but my parents said NO.
after 2 years of whining on my parents that i wanted to ride they finally said yes. It was wednesday and we would be looking for a Honda cr60 on Saturday. Finally after 3 days of not sleeping (because of excitement and nerves) we bought that thing. Never forget that moment.
Mx is a virus , once you get hooked on you will never lose it. I stopped riding 7 years ago , but there wasn't a day that i didn't follow mx in that years.
Started back riding last year at the age of 29.
Begged and begged and got a mini bike from Sears. Loved to ride that thing. Messed up and told my friend we might sell it and my dad forced me to honor my word and made me sell it. I was heartbroken. He then allowed me to buy a POS Yamaha GT 80 and I wrenched on that thing more than I rode it. Cracked the carb then scrapped the whole thing. My uncles rode and would never go riding without taking me along. Saved up some money and bought a 1982 KX 80 behind my parents back. Again worked on it more than I rode it. Got too big for it and traded it for a Race Inc. bmx bike. 6 years later I made a loan from my Grandfather and bought a 1982 Chevy S10 and a 1988 CR125 on the same day. Been riding almost every weekend since. Well up until last year when I jacked up my ankle pretty bad.
However, 2 weeks ago I bout a 2000 CR 125 and hope to get back to spinning laps soon. Very soon. Merry X Mas to me.
Merry Christmas ?
he bought me a pw50 when I was 5 and would take me to the sand dunes around Corpus Christi. I still remember riding behind him and marveling at the size of the wheel on his bike and how unbelievably COOL it was.
From there, to a KX60. We got serious and hit Bravo, Whitney, and Ponca multiple times. My little brother started at 3, much to my mother's disapproval. He won his first race at 3. :-)
Had a friend get killed riding, so I was told that dirt bikes were over for me. I got off bikes for a long time, but my brother died in '13. I turned around and bought a bike. Still don't know why. We had bought some dual sports similar to dad's and he and I would cruise the area a lot before he got sick. After I bought the dirbike, I took it to an old track nearby. I went over a small jump, and I laughed really loud inside my helmet.I hadn't jumped a motorcycle in probably 15 years and I couldn't quit laughing at how fun it was. I had to pull over, take my helmet off and baul my damn eyes out on the side of the track. So many memories came crushing down on me and how much life had changed.My brother was gone, my dad uses a walker, and life can just be a real bitch sometimes.
Sometimes dirtbikes are fun. Sometimes they transcend and become spiritual. I think about the day of crying at the track every single time I throw my leg over a bike. I miss my bro, man.
I climbed on her mx 100 yamaha and was hooked the first time I thought that thing was going to rip my arms off.
Started reading motorcycle magazines, dirt bike, popular cycling, cycle, motocross action, minicycle action. Bought the ones I could, read most that I couldnt.
We moved to kentucky and both my neighbors had honda 80s. Bummed rides on them until my family moved back to missouri to run a 300 acre dairy farm. Got my first running bike, a hard tail qa 50. Had more weld than original metal when I traded it for a 1969 yamaha 100. Had a hi/lo speed transmission and would really creep. Trials were big then and we went and spectator at a couple trials events I played around trying to do some of the stuff I saw. Later Went and watched a local motocross and that impressed me. Read about the isde, mx gps, desert, and enduros. Upgraded to a tc 90 and wore out the dirt roads that were plantiful in sw mo.
About 1978 we moved near calhoun georgia and I had to sell my tc 90. We rented a house in a subdivision and didn't know a soul. I went to a private boarding school and wanted to get another bike. I had a pretty good amount of money for a 14 year old kid from selling a bunch of cows that my brother and I had gotten and raised. Parents told me I couldn't get a bike unless I had some place to ride.
One 4 day weekend I went around where we had moved and knocked on doors explaining my situation. Finally meant a family that had a boy that rode. He told me about a place about 2 miles away where a lot of guys rode.
My dad had noticed a '76 yz 100 sitting in the corner of a schwinn bicycle shop. It had belonged to a guy that had gone into the army and then was killed in a car crash. His parents had asked the guy to sell it. It had no fire, so I got it for $100. My dad tested the ignition and the cdi coils were bad. Another $100 or so and I had a 3 year old race bike with an extra cylinder, a dg radial head, and an air shock kit that replaced the spring on the monoshock.
The place to ride was an abandoned brick yard where they had dug red clay to make bricks and it was a playground. Had some crazy guys there. A bunch of us would end up out there playing tag on bikes, or rabbit, where everybody was trying to catch one guy. I think I was the only rider other than a kid on a yz 80 that actually raced that ever wore a helmet.
I started frequenting the local bike shop, easy living yamaha in Rome georgia. The parts guy was just awesome. Just super helpful. They were also involved in a hare scramble series and gave it a shot in the fall of '79. Man, I can still remember my first whiff of the Castrol oil some of those guys were running, and how loud a full race tt500 was when it lapped me on a trail in a deep ravine.
I was so hooked.
Me riding the Jackpine Enduro 39 Years later.
My father Phil Westendorf is the one that started this amazing journey for our family Hes ridden the jackpine about 15 times.... Back when it was 400 miles and 2 days in the gnarliest woods in Mi. I owe it all to him.
Pit Row
My brother is still with us but even though we live 2,500 miles away and he hasn't had a bike since 93 or so motocross is still the thing that tends to brings us back together to talk or text if either of us have let the pressures and responsibilities of work, family and raising kids/grandkids keep us out of contract for more than a few weeks.
It would appear to me that you are honoring his memory through your continued participation in an activity you both shared and that he was with you when you made that jump and will be with you for every moto, lap or race in the future.
God Bless and you have my most heart felt and sincere condolences.
These stories, and seeing the bikes is a bonus.
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