Movies and Motocross
Sometimes the best family memories come from the most spontaneous decisions. Like loading up the kids on a school night and heading to the movie theater. Responsible? Probably not. Worth it? Absolutely. We practically had the entire theater to ourselves as we put on our 3D glasses and settled in to watch the X Games. The girls lasted... fairly well. The boys? They could have watched another three hours. Especially Mr. B.T.C. As I watched athletes launch themselves through the air, I found myself sitting on the edge of my seat. Not because of the movie... But because it reminded me of another season in our lives. A season filled with dirt bikes. Motocross tracks. Saturday races. And more adrenaline than I ever cared for. I realized years ago that I married a certain breed of man. The kind who loves speed. Who isn't afraid of taking risks. Who actually enjoys the smell of race fuel. The kind who believes flying thirty feet through the air on a motorcycle sounds like a great way to sp...