Those first formative years of riding are nothing but fun. The
child and parent form an amazing bond with each other over
the joy of riding. It’s just a recreational activity. Then, as the
child’s skills progress and he starts showing signs of talent on a
motorcycle, what does a parent do? The answer is logical, right?
Feed the talent and watch it grow, right? Take him racing and
see how he fares. Looking back at this pivotal point in my life,
I can’t help but wish sometimes that my parents had said, “No.
Enough is enough. Just ride in the desert and enjoy yourself.
This article is not focused on the riders who have had a distinguished professional
career, banked millions of dollars and
lived a life of luxury in splendid
seclusion. Nope! It is based on the
riders who had their careers cut short
due to unforeseen circumstances. If you
didn’t know that the sport of motocross
is not for the faint of heart, you will
after reading this. It will chew you up
and spit you out.
This subject is close to my heart,
and in many ways what follows is my
personal journey, but by no means is
there anything especially unique about
my story. It is similar to that of many
professional motocross racers. There is
no straight road to glory. Hundreds of
different paths have been paved, with
many of us turning down similar roads
along the way.
It always starts the same. A mom and
a dad want the best for their growing
child. They want him to be smart and
talented. They want to be able to give
him opportunities they never had. And,
they want him to have the things his
little heart desires—and many times the
thing a kid desires most, often as young
as 3 years old, is a dirt bike.
THE LIFE CYCLE
ALL GOOD THINGS MUST COME TO AN END
By Daryl Ecklund
Daryl catching some air at three years old on his first bike, which had training wheels.