When I was 10, I rode my buddy’s Suzuki JR50. I can still remember twisting the throttle and feeling the thrill of the seemingly unlimited power that propelled me forward over the grassy lawn. I was gliding without a care in the world, trying to keep my eyes open as wind rushed past me until I slipped on the grass and seared my bare calf on the exhaust pipe. That’s something I love about riding dirt bikes. There’s a point while I’m riding when the world dissolves around me and there’s nothing in the universe except the bike and the trail in front of me.