The reality was: I'm 32-years-old, washed up, and those GNCC guys are gnarly. Josh Strang could bust a top 15 at a national no problem.
Damn, guys, get out there and ride. It's the bee's knees.
Motocross isn't everything though. October the 19th, will be a day that I'll never forget. At 11:50pm that night my nephew, Lincoln Dale Bowyer was born into the world. To that point in time, I could say with no ego that I had pretty much seen it all. My goodness was I wrong. All of you parents, aunts and uncles out there know something that other people don't. I got to hold Lincoln about 20 minutes after he was born and he just looked at me, not crying or anything. He just kind of had a "What the hell is going on?" look on his tiny face. He looked just like my brother Casey. I'm telling you right now, it was the craziest thing I've ever experienced. I finally went home and just stared at my blank TV with a feeling that words can't capture.
It was the most concrete form of reality that's ever hit this dude square in the chest.
I've said it before and I will reiterate, this is an astonishing mud ball we live on. This brief opportunity we have to be alive and breathing should not be taken for granted, because it is a gift and a blessing. Sometimes a little reality helps push this point through. Love your family and go ride dirt bikes.
Thanks for reading, see you next week.