TwoSeventyTwoRacing
My wife and I are constantly asked about how to get your kids into motorcycling and motorcycle racing. If your kid already has a motorcycle and the proper safety equipment it is easy, just go to our links page and look at a few websites to see upcoming schedules, and rules. If your kid has never ridden a motorcycle or would like any questions answered I am here to help. Brian 970-218-3390.
We also offer riding schools and classes for ages 3 and up. We provide the equipment if needed, and a safe no pressure environment for children to be exposed to motorcycles from our smallest bike with training wheels up to a full size race bike. We emphasize fun and safety. Call 970-218-3390 for a free consultation any time, to see if riding and racing motorcycles is the right fit for your family. You will be surprised how fun, inexpensive and safe motorcycle racing can be for your child and you.
Below I will outline my opinion on the various forms of motorcycle racing and ease of start up.
Flattrack
By far the easiest, safest and least expensive form of racing to get involved in. There is a local series in Erie CO, that takes place on Saturday nights. What we love about dirt track, is there are usually at least 10-15 kids in the 50cc classes, which makes for fun racing and lots of other kids to run around with. With the Saturday night schedule your whole weekend isn't consumed with racing. The skill set is pretty basic, just like NASCAR you make left turns all night. Don't get me wrong the guys that are fast are very talented and great athletes, it is just an easy way for your kid to show up and ride, and can have fun real quick with out having to take chances with jumping etc... The other nice thing is for people that are a little apprehensive, you can see your child the whole time they are on the track, and not have to worry about them going off the track where you cant see them.
Motocross
This is the most popular form of motorcycle racing to get your child involved with. I started racing motorcycles in motocross. It is great fun, and i have many great friends and memories from racing motocross. When my son Connor was 5 he wanted to race motocross, so we went to the first race of the year, arrived at 6am, there were 600 entries, and we finished up at 6pm, I raced 3 classes, Connor 2 classes, and between practice and races I think we were on the track a total of 20 min all day. I might not be the best person to encourage motocross, I am grateful that i am Moto rider and can jump anything without issue, however with the recent popularity of motocross and all of the growth the sport has seen, my son decided racing Moto full time was not near as fun as the other forms of motorcycle racing. When we practice we ride motocross, but for racing we have way more fun with Supermoto, Hare Scrambles and Flat track, mainly because you are there for 1/2 as much time and get to ride 4 times as much. I have also never seen the "pee-wee" dad at a flat track or Supermoto, where for some reason there are tons of them at Motocross.
Supermoto
This is our favorite form of racing, as it is 70% asphalt and 30% dirt. The racing surface is very consistent, so it is easy for children to gain confidence quickly. This is a small niche form of motorcycle racing, therefore theere is only 100 or so riders at a given event, which makes for a great atmosphere, and 6 hrs of practicing and racing, instead of 12. I think it is very important to stress safety equipment in supermoto as there are fast speeds on asphalt, I have bought childrens leathers on flattrack.com for under $100.00.
ArenaCross
This is a great form of racing for your young child, as they get to race in a stadium infront of thousands of people. The race surface is very stable and kids can navigate the obsticals fairly easy. Once your kids jump from a 50 to a 65, the whole arenacross gets much different, more skill is required, as some of the 65 kids are jumping the doubles and even some triples.
Enduro
Coming Soon
Hare Scrambles
Coming Soon
No matter what form of racing you and your family get into remember its about FUN and family. Don't be that guy that makes his or her kids cry because of their result or that they didnt do a certain jump. Please read the following letters I have copied off the internet, to keep this all in perspective. Remember its not fair to choose your kids career path before they hit puberty. For every superstar millionaire racer, there are hundreds of kids that didnt MAKE IT, and lots of those kids are lost with no education and no skills other than motorcycle racing. Our philosophy is always tied to education, if the grades aren't there either is the racing.
MX DAD Quote:
Some perspective about kids getting into racing:
"The parent can do only one thing, which is the most important one at the same time. He can give his son the opportunity to get to know different things, people and life situations, so after that he can decide it for himself which one of these will be his ideal. The parent can do no more than that." Graziano Rossi (father of Valentino Rossi, One of the worlds greatest motorcycle racers)
VIEW FROM THE HEART
By Winn F. Peeples
It’s the Wednesday after Loretta’s and I’m sitting in the waiting room of the Tallahassee Orthopedic Clinic awaiting my son Jordan’s surgery. Just nine days prior to Loretta’s he tore the ligaments in his throttle thumb; we went anyway in hopes that he would be able to endure the pain. The pain, he handled; holding on without the use of a thumb proved to be the problem. He got a good start in the first moto of the 250A class, only to fall on the first lap. He got up in 32nd and soldered on to a 19th-place finish. He didn’t fair as well on the start of the first 250A Pro Sport class, but again managed to hang on and move up to 17th. At this point I was beginning to wonder if allowing him to ride was the right decision. And, after his horrific get-off in the second moto of the 250A class, he made the decision to throw in the towel. He crashed on the mechanics’ area sweeper (same place as Gene Stull) and knocked himself goofy. He had made it to the show, rode with pain, and proved his desire to compete, even though he was not physically able.
But this column has nothing to do with the lessons of riding in pain, or desire to compete. It’s about the whole Loretta Lynn’s experience and what it means in the long run. It’s the greatest achievement many young motocrossers will ever have. Some will win titles; some will finish in the top five. Others will go on to compete at the professional level. But for so many, just making it to Loretta’s will be their single greatest achievement. But aside from the achievement of making it to Loretta’s, I believe the most valuable accomplishment from the whole Loretta Lynn’s experience is the family bond created while working so hard to get there.
I’ve often said to friends who don’t understand the sport at all that I have spent more time with my son in the truck getting to and from the races than most dads spend with their kids in a life time! And what makes this “quality” time? We are both doing what we want to do, at the same time, with each other. Some can only imagine that. Personally, motocross has also provided an avenue for my son’s mother and me to stay focused on our God-given responsibility of raising a son, even though we are divorced. It has created an environment where it’s okay for us to communicate, worry together, work together, and be proud of him together. And I like that. Getting along with my ex-wife has been my single greatest achievement, and I owe it to the sport. A lot of folks spend a lot of time and money with a shrink trying to figure out how to do it, and we just go racing. What a sport!
We must also be mindful of what can go wrong with a family in this sport. I had a long discussion with Ronnie Tichenor one night up on stagecoach hill (which produced a lot of aluminum shrapnel) about what’s good and bad with amateur motocross. He agreed with me on the good parts, but expressed his genuine concern over where some folks go about it wrong. “If at any point a kid is not having fun its time to reevaluate,” he said. “Maybe it’s time to back off and just do local races; maybe it’s time to evaluate the pressures that may be unnecessary; maybe it’s time to find something else to do.” A lot of parents freak out when their racer starts to contemplate quitting, because of one of two things (or both). First, they are living their life through their kids and they don’t want to quit racing. Or secondly, they feel they have too much invested in bikes, gear, rigs, etc., to give it all up. I myself have been guilty of that one. Both are extremely selfish; and left unattended can be very detrimental to the youngster and the relationship.
One thing Ronnie said that stuck with me is that “pushing a kid a little is not always bad, so long as you know what you are pushing. If you are pushing their own desire to win, that’s one thing. If you are pushing them to win that’s another.” I agree. The most asinine thing I’ve ever seen in amateur motocross is when the parent yells at his or her son or daughter for not doing a double or a triple. If they’re not doing the double, so what? Work with them on braking before the double and carrying the momentum off the down side so they want lose as much time. But don’t fuss at them for not being ready for something so dangerous. They will do the jump when they get good and ready. Can you imagine the pressure of doing something that scary, that you don’t feel comfortable doing, just because Dad is going to yell at you when you come in? It’s unnecessary, and the sport can do without it.
Another common mistake is the parent saying, “did you see Bubba Stewart triple-triple-triple through the Ten Commandments? Why don’t you? Not every little Johnny and Susie is Bubba Stewart or Jessica Patterson. I guarantee that all forty-two riders on the gate in any class at Loretta’s want to win. But all must try to accomplish it within their own limits. Yelling never accomplishes anything. It only makes the yeller look like an ass and the “yellee” want to be somewhere else. And yes, I’ve been guilty of all of it. But like the shrink says, admitting it is the first step to recovery.
Now that the twentieth running of Loretta’s is in the history books, we must thank those brave soles who gave all of us the opportunity to participate in worlds greatest motocross vacation. Without them, we wouldn’t know what it’s like to be there. And I for one would miss it. For those young soldiers, including mine, who earned a purple heart this year - thanks for giving it your all. In the long run, we’ll all be better for it.
Well, the Doctor just came out and said the surgery was a success. He had to reattach the ligaments to Jordan’s thumb; but that all else looks good. He will be in a cast for four weeks, and rehab about another month. I’m headed in so that when he wakes up I can tell him I love him, and that when he’s healed he can still race… provided he wants to, of course.
(Winn F. Peeples raced motocross back in the day. His son Jordan currently competes in the 250A class. Together they own CycleNation, a Yamaha dealership in Tallahassee, Fl. That’s all we really know about the guy)
I'm SORRY, DAD
AUTHOR UNKNOWN, BUT GREATLY APPRECIATED
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in all my eight years. It had a pretty red gas tank, silver rims, a plush black seat, a swept-down exhaust pipe and chrome handlebars with soft rubber hand grips. As it sat under the Christmas tree that year, the red, blue and green lights reflected off the shiny chrome parts like a thousand sparks dancing from the logs in the fireplace. I can still remember how proud I was to have my own minibike. It was the best Christmas present any boy ever received.
Dad, do you remember how we talked Mom into letting me try it out that day, even though the snow was at least a foot deep? And how I spent the whole afternoon going around in circles in our garage? Boy! Mom was sure upset and worried. I'll bet you really got a good lecture for buying it for me.
I didn't think spring was ever going to come that year, and when it finally arrived I can remember Mom fussing because I wore all the grass off a trail around the yard. I was the envy of every boy in the neighborhood.
Hey Dad, I can still see Mom now, the day I crashed and hurt my ankle and had to go to the doctor. I thought that was the end of my motorcycling right then and there, but you always came through. It took a lot of fancy talking, but you finally convinced her that with the correct boots, leathers, a helmet and gloves I would be practically indestructible. Boy, motorcycling was fun in those days!
It was the summer when I was nine that you entered me in my first race. It was at a short track outside of town at the motorcycle club grounds. It was on a Saturday night and I can still remember how nervous I was then. I remember I got a good start and was leading the pack for a couple of laps before I crashed into the wall. I thought you were going to get run over trying to get to me. Oh well, so much for the finals that night. You were still proud and grinning ear to ear when I came back and got a fifth in the consolation race. I remember you bought me a hamburger and milk shake on the way home, and we stayed up half the night making future plans, re-riding the race and admiring our trophy. By the way you talked, anyone would have thought I had just won the National championship. I was the happiest boy in the world that night.
It was several fourths and fifths and numerous crashes before you decided that I needed a new and larger bike. I was really proud of it, but I couldn't seem to do any better than I did on the old one. It seemed to get a little harder each time I raced.
Then you thought that we needed a faster machine and had a lot of engine work and porting done to it. It seemed like cheating to have it bored out over the size limit of the class I was riding in. You said that it wasn't cheating because everyone else was doing it. I didn't really understand at the time. Nothing really helped much; even the special lightweight frame and those new type tires didn't make much difference in the positions in which I was finishing.
I was trying as hard as I could and I knew you were spending a lot of money. I started feeling like I was letting you down. I didn't think thirds and fourths were all that bad.
Dad, when you started jumping on the referee and other officials when I lost, I could really see how much it meant to you and I was determined to try even harder. A 10-year-old boy has a hard time understanding how important it is to win, and I was trying as hard as I could, Dad, honest.
I remember when I was 11, they started giving points to all the riders, and at the end of the season they gave awards for the way you placed in the district. I tried really hard that year and won fourth place. Dad, you looked so disappointed in me for not winning an award, I could hardly hold back the tears.
If you had just known how hard it is to remember all the things you told me to do, while I was racing and in a power slide and fighting traffic all around. It's very hard to think, Dad, when you are scared stiff. Oh, I wasn't scared of the racing. I was scared I would make a dumb mistake and you would start yelling and embarrassing me, in front of the other riders. I was so afraid of upsetting you my stomach was tied in knots. I felt like asking you to show me how to race instead of yelling instructions at me all the time, but you could never do any better than I could, and I didn't want to hurt you.
Boy, I wish we could go back and have fun like we used to. I guess there can be no more races like our first ones. Somehow, all the fun's gone out of it.
I know, Dad, when you were little you never had the chance to have a bike and race, and I know how hard you had to work as a child, but this isn't fun anymore, either. I know you don't realize what you are doing, and I'm sure if you did you wouldn't push me so hard. I hate to see Mom cry when you fuss at me on the way home from the races. Sometimes I think it hurts her more than it hurts me.
Now you have me riding two different classes, and things have gotten so bad I wish I had never seen a motorcycle. I have tried to tell you what you are doing to me but you just don't listen. I'm 13 now and feel like I am 30. I am so nervous when you are around, I feel like running away. I find myself wishing I could get hurt in a race so maybe you would let me stop. I can see no other way to get out of racing.
I'm sorry, Dad. I have done the best that I could. I have tried hard and yet I still could not please you. Dad, I just cannot be what you wish you could have been.