May 24, 1986, 16 novice at Deptford on my Diamond Back Super Streak. I got something like 5th out of 6 in my first moto but I’ll never forget the feeling I had. I came across the line and thought, boy that was fun. I had been all around and done all the things in life any 16 year old had done but nothing ever made me feel like that. It was like I was alive for the very first time. I guess that’s what keeps us all doing it 20 years later.
I made the main and in my class was this 6’3, 135 lb, squirrelly ass black kid. We were side by side rolling through the doubles coming out of the first turn when he lets out a yell and falls, letting his bike go. Well his bike kept going so here I was, racing a ghost ridden bike down the second straight. The thing kept going halfway down the straight right next to me until it decided to swerve into me and take me out. Not only was the rider a squirrel but his bike was too!
I was so furious and I vowed to beat him the next week. I did and I won. Good times.