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It’s a moment I’m thankful I was able to capture. And, honestly, it’s a moment I wasn’t expecting I’d get to see, at least not during his initial year of racing. His very first race came only a few weeks earlier, his first brave foray into something entirely new to both of us (minus my vague recollection of the classic 80’s film ­Rad).

Let’s face it – starting anything new can be terrifying, and this beginning was simply wrought with obstacles. I can remember all the nervous anxiety I felt for him during his first race. I fretted over whether he had the right bike. I worried if the equipment I spent so much time researching and debating over would protect him at all.  And I agonized over whether all of this would end in some sort of disaster, whether in the form of a bloody nose and broken bones, or some crushing disappointment that would shape who he becomes and how he views his place in the world.He, on the other hand, was jumping out of his skin. He couldn’t wait to tackle this huge new beginning. To him, it was just another opportunity to learn how to do something he thought was “super cool” and to have fun and make new friends. I watched in awe during his first “moto” (track talk for a single lap) as he crossed the finish line in third place and, more importantly, unscathed. He wasn’t nervous at all for that first race, and to this very day, he still never has been – for any race. I envy that…