I was twelve when my step dad took me out to an open feild and let me learn how to shift and learn how to work a cluch. I was really bad at it and i would kill the motor or i would ride a wheely and then fall off the back then after a year of riding i went in my first race and i got 4th place and throught out the year. The next year I wanted to do a diferent race and i did a hare scramble and tt and flat track. The hair scramble is life motor cross but the tracks are over 5 miles long at the end of the year they have this hair scramble that is over 13 miles long and you ride the track for 3 hours strat. When you get done with race your armes and hands get cramps becouse they were stuck to the handle bars.
Then the next day i would have to
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