For the record though, crashing sucks! The scars and stories are cool and all, but that's not what makes them worth it. What makes the pain and frustration that go along with any motocross activity worth it, is the freedom I feel when I'm riding, and the feeling of awesomeness when a stunt goes perfectly. 

The feelings are pretty much impossible to put into words. I feel like I'm flying, but it's so much more than that. It's magical to ride through golden grass in the evening light, though magical is an understatement. It's super epic to ride through the mountains, and gaze over mountainsides, knowing just one wrong move could send me to God right then and there. But at the same time, taking in the breathtaking views while sitting on a dirtbike, less than a foot away from certain death is amazing. It's crazy, but it's a good crazy. It's a crazy I bet most people wish they had, and a crazy I've been blessed with and cherish greatly. 

I know my limits, and I hardly ever push them too far, but every time I kick down on the engine starter, I promise to finish that ride a better rider than I was the last time. That means risking a lot, trying new things, and riding so hard that my expansion chamber is almost glowing from the heat... That is, if my dirtbike survives the ride without stalling or acting stupid. I know I'm bound to fail. Every rider knows it's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when and how bad a crash will be. But, because I have a point to prove, I ride anyway. I wear some armor, say a prayer, and quit thinking the second the sweet scent of two-stroke smoke fills my nostrils.