At the age of 11 the closest thing to a motocross bike that I had seen was a jigsaw I loved of two bikes from the 70’s racing at close quarters. That all changed one fateful day out at my cousins farm near Rotorangi, Cambridge. My eldest cousins boyfriend “Tots” and local legend Roger Boyle (a.k.a. Dr Trim) arrived for a blast around the farm, and they even had body armour. Little did I know how that would be me in a few years time, just a few k’s up the road.
Right about where my Grandmother had ran over a sheep two decades, earlier we gathered at the Bailey family farm. Postponed a day later to avoid the rain, we even managed to accommodate one more rider, making it a packed group.
I honestly had a ball, taking it back to basics with clutch work to start, moving into the next paddock to begin our true soil-turning exercises.
They were all new students except for one- who happened to be a second cousin of mine. Cody and the crew rode their Honda machines with nearly as much speed but probably far more control than my cousin had back in the day when he told me stories of jumping over barbed wire fences on his XR100.
With a belly full of sausages and arms filled with freebies I left the kids with plenty of good feelings, as I hope my influence can see one of them acheive the dreams that began in my head nearly 20 years ago.