You Will Always Remember Your First Time!

I wasn\'t real clear of what actually had just occurred, but I did know
that I was in terrible pain. I laid beside the supercross track for at least 20
minutes answering the questions of very eager Emergency Medical personnel.
“Leave me alone! I will be all right.” I said to the medical guy that
was tugging at my chest protector.
If there is one thing that I can not stand is twenty medical people
trying to take all of your clothes off for a little cut or scrape. As I was put
on a backboard and taken to the ambulance I couldn\'t help wondering what had
went wrong. All I remember seeing was my body tumbling with my bike to an
abrupt halt.
I laid in the ambulance for what seemed like days. All I could hear
were engines revving at high Rpm\'s and the roar of the crowd when someone styled
for the crowd. It was very disheartening to know that I was in the back of an
Ambulance at my first professional supercross. The only thing I could do was
play the past events over and over in my head.
I couldn\'t believe it as I looked at a shiny gold and silver card. This
card signified all of the rights and privileges of a professional supercrosser.
Now I would have the right to race with the worlds best.
“Dad look it finally came!” I shouted.
My dad looked at me with silly grin and said “Well you knew it was
coming, you won your 25th race last month.”
As I stood there with a smile bigger than the sun on my face I said “I
know but I am still excited about it. Just think I will be racing side by side
with Damon Bradshaw and Kevin Windham.”
He just smiled and patted me on the back as I turned and walked to my
room. I sat dreaming of the race I will enter next month. I had no idea what
was in store for me at this spectacular event.
As D-day drew nearer my mind overflowed with anticipation. I gathered
my riding gear and my lucky Bart Simpson doll and headed out the door. I won my
first race the day I sat my Bart Simpson on my handlebars between races. I have
done it ever since to bring me good luck. The ride to Charlotte Motor Speedway
was what I thought a trip that would never end. As we entered the pit area I
was given a special pass to wear around my neck. I couldn\'t stop looking at the
card that said “Professional Supercross Rider”. The pit was filled with racers
walking around and talking to various people while there mechanics worked hard
in the hopes of bringing home a victory.
I walked about, talking to few people as I tried to get use to this new
environment. My stomach felt like a squeezed orange when I heard the announcer
say “ Is everybody ready to see the bad boys of supercross! Well ladies and
gentlemen get ready to hear the engines roar as 250 riders bring out there
talent and go to work!” When I heard this I knew it was time to lay all the
cards out on the table.
“ O.K. ladies and gentlemen her comes the 1st 250 semi final heat.
Starting on the right we have Kevin Windham, Jeremy Mcgrath, Doug Dubach, Jeff
Emig, Mike LaRocco, Ryan Hughes, Brian Swink, Mike Brown, Larry Ward, Greg
Albertyn, Kyle Lewis, James Dobb, Damon Huffman, Phil Lawrence, Jimmy Button,
Ezra Lusk, Buddy Antunez, Mike Craig, and from Charlotte North Carolina,
Everyone give a big round of applause to your two home riders The Beast from the
East Damon Bradshaw and new comer Shawn Miller.” The crowd came to there feet
and roared like a pack of lions. I knew that they were mostly cheering for Damon
but I enjoyed being right next to him. The thirty second card went up and my
stomach fell to the ground. I knew the gate would be dropping soon. I stared
for what seemed like an eternity at the gate that was holding all of us back.
With all of the skill I had, I tore off the start line the best that I could.
As fast as I was in Pro motocross these guys left me like I was a rookie. Come
to think of it I was a rookie. The first race I worked my way through the pack
and settled