Anotha Rippa,
Winters were a bit different for me and moto. I wasn’t homeschooled, so I could never go to a training facility, or Florida in the winter. I always wanted to, but my parents told me to get bent! I only had one option to ride, and that was in the snow. One of the main snowmobile trails went through my parents and grandparents’ property. So, my old boy would buy me Trelleborg tires. There were many, many years I shredded a CR80 and CR125 on the snowmobile trails. I would go for miles and miles. I’d take a gallon of pre-mix, put it in a backpack, and go rip with my buddies. I would haul ass on the trails because they were packed in. Pretty similar to riding in sand to be quite honest. In the fields when the trails widened up and the snow wasn’t quite packed in, the boys would catch back up on the sleds. I’ve had some gnarly cartwheels though. I mean some massive get offs! Getting a bit squirrelly on the trails and cartwheeling into the trees. Wide open down corn fields, throttle tapped, and sticking right into a snow drift.

When winter finally went away, it was the normal routine every year: Getting my ass kicked by the kids that went down south for the winter and were already up to speed. Never lasted too long, though. 

Brother Smash,
Weston is one of my good buddies. We never really knew each other until we became teammates in 2015. You’d think we both would have the personalities that would clash, but we get along quite well. We both have zero problem telling one another that they’re a dumbass, to keep it light. The shit talking was always high. We rode and trained together a fair amount. I know Weston is all tough, but now I have the secret knowledge. I know three things that’ll make him cry: mountain bikes, elevation, and humidity. The humidity was his Achilles’ heel as a dragon’s back section was mine. We sure as hell let each other know that, too! But as far as a brawl, let’s just say you’d get your money’s worth haha.