I can kind of attribute it a little bit to my dad. You know? He wasn't a motorcycle guy, but when we were younger he had a little bit of a commute to go to the base and back. And they only had one car. And my mom needed the car because she had four kids. So, my dad bought a little Cushman scooter. And he'd give us rides on it. So that kind of set the hook for me and my next youngest brother, Mike. And so, that was our first instance with anything on two wheels.

But then, you know, we were probably in junior high, basically. And then all of our friends had motorcycles. I mean, that was the Renaissance period for motorcycles, was the late 60s, early 70s. There was more motorcycles sold in the US, from like 69 to 75 than there has been ever since. And my dad allowed us to go try motocross racing.

Back then it was huge, motocross racing. It was just at the, it was the infancy of that sport. Okay? So, and the Japanese were flooding the country with bikes that were affordable and you could fix them up. And there was all kinds of accessories, hop up stuff and things that you could buy to make them really competitive. And so our, even our high school had a motocross team. It was just monstrous, this movement that was going on in the country with motocross. All the way across the country. I don't care if you're in Maine or if you're in California. It was gigantic. There was multiple tracks around every city back in the day. Like we could race a different track every weekend if we wanted to.

It was a good thing for us growing up, too. Because, you know, you learn how to be competitive. But you also had to learn how to keep ‘em running. Maintenance. And learn how to fix things, how to use tools correctly. You know, understanding motors and all this. So it, I draw on those experiences to these days.

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