Roots

When I was a young buck all I wanted was a dirt bike. I must of drawn the Honda CR80 five hundred times over in school just day dreaming what it would be like to own one. Only the "Rich Kids" at the time had em and I was the "Broke Dick" dreamer kid who always lived in an apartment that changed every six months. I came to grips with the fact that I couldn't get my hands on one so I latched onto the next best thing, BMX. I think a lot of people that check this site have had there hand in BMX at one point or another. It was so much fun, probably more fun that owning a dirt bike because I had so many more homies that could afford BMX race.

Here are a few shots I came across the other day from my last racing days. I will try and dig up some earlier photos. Good times though for sure. Makes me really appreciate the fact that I have a motorcycle(s) now and have just as much fun with my crew as I did when I was 13.

Circa 1986

I guess my Dad deserves the credit for my love of motorcycles or anything with wheels for that matter. I was at my parents house a few months ago and popped open some old photo albums. Ran across these bad boys so I yanked em and had to scan them in for further review.

These were taken when I was about four years old. My Dad had a close homie of his that owned this cabin up in Northern AZ that was passed down to him on a "Generation to Generation" type deal. There were only dirt roads up to it, so in the Winter we had to rip the ATC's in since the snow was so deep. I can vividly remember being up there at this young of an age. I was so hyped on Pop's 250R, I swear to god I must of drawn that thing 500 different times in 357 different configurations during my school career. It was definitely the "Ender Ender" for me. Still a part of my roots, but thank god I grew out of a three wheeler being my dream bike. I will say that my kit is pretty dialed: Mountaineering boots and full Levi's body suit, "Later Dayzzzzz". Pretty creepy the resemblance that my pops and I got going on as well.

Crazy how times have changed from the good ol days.

Team Hobbs

Dialed kit from day one

That heater was the only thing keeping me on

I felt like such a bad ass in this picture