Quote from a burned out BMXer: "I start thinking to myself do I really want to load up all of this crap, go to the track unload, have 7 or 8 motos, race the same three guys I always race, load back up and go home?"

The response:

“With me it's: Sunday! Yeah! Time to go racing! Load up, let's get it together, ice in the cooler, food in the belly, let's head to the track, see my friends and work on my skillz (*cough*).

Oh yeah, it's the same old crew. How's it goin' boys?" This should be the day, I've been working hard, practicing, riding, and today's the one where I high-low Rob (Hi Rob!) and pull Greg! I can feel it; yeah!

Signups, wait in line, saying "Hi" to folks and "Hey, is this your first day? Anything I can do to help?" maybe go over to the gate and talk them through some first day one-foot starts, maybe chat with the parents for a bit, at least so they know they've got a friend at the track.

Get some raking and sweeping down, some kid wants me to watch him clear the double, manual the roller... "Good job dude! You've been working hard, I can tell!" go get some practice gates, work on a couple of things, second crank maybe, manualing that goofy step out of the first turn.

"What? Yeah, I got tools in the van. Let me give you a hand with that..."

Motos are posted and, yup, in it with my boys, today's the day. Engage in some low level trash talk while behind the gate, get in the gate and there's that moment, that blink in time, right when the speaker crackles, just before the cadence starts. There's no me or you, no moto, no work or home, raking, sweeping, tools in the van. Just that moment, that singular solid flashbulb of a moment when all life, all existence, is down to that single moment of man & machine going BANG! Now we're heading down the track..... Sunday BMX Racing.

It's why I work, to be able to do it.

After racing, hanging out, then even more riding,  finally too hot and tired we head for the house. Mama has some Sunday dinner working.  I have time for a shower and one of my awesome martinis (I'm not making that up, my martinis rock) then kick back in the living room with the family.

"How was your racing today Stallion?" (She calls me "Stallion.")

"Ah, you know, same old thing, same old guys. We're talking about changing up some stuff on the track, and one of the new kids manualed the double."  "Oh, that's nice." She says.

It's just another day, but I get to carry around that moment, the BANG for the rest of the week. When people come into my office with some problem or another, or traffic's jammed up on the commute, or life does any of the other things which make it annoying, I can take a moment and recall that feeling of getting in the gate and life isn't quite so bad.

The next Sunday, I do it again.

Tip: Get involved at some new levels. For me it was the recruiting new riders deal, and just encouraging the little kids, cheering for them and stuff, being a positive force, that sort of thing. Burnout comes from perception, not reality. The Earth, the Universe, everything around us is made of matter in constant movement. Move with it, allow yourself to be swept up, to take each moment as unique and wonderful. 

Essay from:" Elvis" vintagebmx.com

Let us never forgot, for whatever reason, all those who can't ride with us. LACK

Remembering, the always happy and optimistic Dennis.