That pitbike taught me how to fall the safest way possible, and how to overcome fears and challenges. I learned that falling didn't hurt nearly as bad as I expected it to, and I could overcome obstacles in my way. However, I learned that it's sometimes ok to back off on challenges and adventures. 

Beaver Creek was a pretty humbling trail. When we arrived with the pitbike strapped to the rack behind us, we were met with a rocky road that steeply ascended up the side of a mountain. I was confident enough to try it, but about halfway up, I hit a large rock, stopped, and gravity dragged both of us down. The gear chain snapped as the pitbike slid down on its side, and that was the end of that ride. Dad and I still explored the trail, only it was in his Xterra with the pitbike tied down on the rack, and the broken chain in my lap. The trail took us 14,000 feet high, and we only stopped and turned back when we came to a large snowdrift on the road. 

The chain was an easy fix, and the next weekend my dad had me, I was riding again. But I began to notice some minor power issues. The pitbike was already pretty powerless. It was a 110cc four-stroke. Most lawn mowers I know have more power than what the pitbike had. But when I was riding, sometimes the engine would sputter and stall at random. When it did this, I'd just kick it to life again and it was just fine, until I brought it to the track one early morning.