When I started racing motocross in 1994 my dad looked at me and said, "I'm not sure if this is for you. You're brother, he's got that thing that lets him hang it out. But I don't know if you have it."
This wasn't an insult. It was simply an observation. And I'm going to keep on thinking it was a compliment.
"I'll be fine, dad," I said.
"I know what I'm doing," which, of course, I didn't.
"I'm going to learn how to do this so I can do it for a long time.
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