First race was at Burdette park in Evansville. My uncle joe raced so I rode his bike. I was 8 and he was 15 so his bike was way too big for me. I raced two other girls and got last by a mile. What a way to start! But it didn’t last long, I got my own bike and started to get better. Back then there was a local girl that raced nationals, when I started to beat her we started to go. The first year i got national number 10. In 3 years i was number 2. Then number one and never looked back! I wish I knew then what an accomplishment it was, but I just loved to race. It’s in my blood and never went away! I’m looking forward to it again!