Dirt Bike Initiation

The other day Anden decided he wanted to ride his dirt bike. We had 30 mins before I had to leave for softball. So we headed over to the park to let him "practice". Jer and Anden rode the dirt bike there. Me and Taylee came in the car (so that I could leave from there and go to my game). I parked along the curb next to the park. Luckily, no one was at the park. I was the only car in the entire half mile stretch.

Let me remind you this is still only the 3rd time Anden has ridden his dirt bike alone. He was doing awesome! He had mastered turning, braking, rev'ing, etc. As he zoomed by we could hear him laughing and yelling "MOTOCROSS BOY!" We purposely didn't teach him how to shift or that there were other gears that would allow him to go faster. He would floor it (while I'm sure burning out 1st gear) and fly up and down the park. He was getting way too brave. I quickly told Jeremy we needed to have him take a break before he got too crazy. Jeremy shrugged off my mother's intuition and sent him for one more lap.

With absolute excitement, Anden flew to the end of the park, turned around and zoomed back towards us. As he came up to us, his untimely amnesia kicked in and he suddenly forgot how to brake. While staring at us (instead of where he was going), he instead gunned it and yelled "HELP!!!!"......while he zoomed past us, up over the landscaping curb, into the rocks, sideswiping a tree, through a cactus bush, barely missing a fire hydrant, up over the sidewalk and SMACK into the side of MY CAR!!

It happened in a split second, but yet time froze. All I could do was manage to scream "JEREMY!!" Jer dropped Taylee and made it 2 steps before the crash occurred. We then rushed to his aid and could hear him whimpering through his helmet. We gathered him up and pulled him away from the dirt bike. And then the sobbing began. I was sure the sight of his mother at his rescue had sent him into an emotional unravel. I was still in shock and lovingly said, "It's OK honey". He looked at me and proclaimed through his upset tears, "DON'T TAKE ME OFF MY DIRT BIKE!!"

I wasn't so loving when I later noticed the 4 new scrapes on the side of my car. Although the smudged hand prints and face prints, that accompanied the scrapes, did make me chuckle.