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I’m Carey. I’m 4 years old and I love riding my dirt bike. I got my first one a 50cc Suzuki JR in June, a month before I turned 4. I was so excited and couldn’t wait to wrap my legs around all that “power”. My first ride was later the day we bought it out at grandma and grandpas. We bought a matching yellow and black helmet and I looked sharp that first little ride around the yard. It ended quickly into a stockade fence. The gate was open just enough to let the front wheel in, but stopped the handlebars and my shoulders from going on through. I understood the gas and how it worked, but until that point didn’t realize the importance of brakes.
It only took a couple of minutes and I was on it again. I still didn’t use the brakes much. I would just ride straight into mom and dad and let them stop me. They didn’t let that last long either. One whole day was spent in a 5 ft section of grass. I rode all day and didn’t go anywhere. Mom and dad said they were “drills”…gas…brake…gas…brake…gas… brake…gas…brake until it was 2nd nature to use the brakes. Learning about my brakes was a lot safer for all of us. I still usually would just drag my feet till I stopped, but began to use them little by little. I’d ride for hours just doing circles learning now how to use the brakes for sliding purposes. This was getting better all the time. Then winter set in. That only slowed me down a little. Nice days I was still on the gas.
January brought cold, snow, sleet, rain and indoor races at the Coliseum. I raced my first time at the age of 4 ½. Boy, oh boy, oh boy. That was something else. Now I was hooked, you weren’t going to get me off that bike now. The first weekend was rough on mom. Her nerves had her stomach all tore up, but once that first lap was done she was all right. By the end of the indoor season I had raced 12 races and looking forward to the outdoor/summer season. I kept practicing at grandma and grandpas. Dad built me a ramp, only about 3” off the ground. I was in heaven getting to fly even if it was only 3”. Then there was a problem. The ramp wasn’t big enough. Dad raised it, then again. Now I was flyin’ at all of 12”. I raced throughout the summer. Had my 5th birthday in July and my 1 year anniversary riding my bike in June. Now that little Suzuki just didn’t have the power I needed. So mom and dad were on the lookout. We were moving over to Yamaha, a PW 50.
Dad built some small jumps just out of grandmas yard next to the cornfield with grandpas skid loader. That was great, they were like mini whoops. It took me a time or two and a tumble or so but I was finally able to master it. By the time I was done with that little strip of jumps they were just pot holes.
I started trying to do tricks when mom and dad weren’t looking. Occasionally I could get a foot off the peg or something. Grandpa got a quad so I thought I’d teach him how to race. He didn’t last long. It was all he could do to keep up with me and in the turns there was no getting me. Then I wanted to drive it. You didn’t need a clutch for the quad so dad put it in 2nd gear and let me take it for a spin. At first I went slow and would let off the gas to stop. It was good then I found the brake pedal but I couldn’t reach it. So I’d be moving, let go of the throttle, jump sideways and down to hit the brake and spring right back up like I’d never left the seat. This was fairly effective. I started using the front brake after the back brake and roll up on the seat like the bike was stopping quickly and throwing me off the front. That got everyone I loved it.
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