Guy Mancuso
Administrator, Instructor
Short story I am 55 years old and my son is 14 years old. He wanted a dirt bike to ride. Well being a nice guy I went and bought him a nice used dirt bike because when I was a kid I saved up my money and bought one too. It was a great growing up experience. i take him over to a friends house that has a big backyard track and watching him trying to learn a clutch and 5 speed motorcycle a very hard task of good coordination to master. I see him almost hit a tree as i am watching this kid try his hardest. I realize the only real way to teach this child is actually be nearby on the trail with him. What good is it if i am standing two miles behind him, I can't teach him anything. So here I am at 55 years old out of shape and riding a dirt bike that I had to buy for me. Is this sane no freaking way is it sane. I already broke one rib in a fall and I am still on the damn thing and frankly having the time of my life and spending time with my kid. Thats priceless folks no matter how stupid of me to even dare get on one at my age and about the least sane thing i could do , the next fall I may not get up that easily. Now it maybe not smart, not sane and just flat out stupid of me. But you buy what you want and you live your life. Well hopefully I will survive this. LOL