
+1 to all the above! My dad raced mx throughout the 70's, then I got started (with his help, much to my mom's dismay) when I was in 8th grade. After about 6 months of riding, my dad starts borrowing rides on my bike, then gets his own, then starts racing 40+ when he took me racing. We have ridden together ever since, and I wouldn't trade our time togaether for anything. Took it for granted through high school, but realized how lucky I was when other students in college were surprised by my great relationship with dad. Oh, and I might add-at 54, he jumps most anything wherever we go and is still pretty darn fast! I still get all excited about going riding with him, just like when I started.