Drop P-Dub's at Loretta's

DUMP THE PEE-WEE CLASSES. FOR REAL.

We’ve Seen Enough

Let’s call it what it is.

The 4–6-year-old Shaft Drive class at Loretta Lynn’s needs to go.

It’s not cute anymore. It’s not fun. It’s not “just racing.”

It’s a toxic circus of parents living through their toddlers - and the sport deserves better.

What Are We Even Doing?

Let me ask the hard question:

Why are four-year-olds racing for a national title?

They can’t even wipe their own butts or finish the alphabet song - but sure, let’s treat them like mini Ricky Carmichaels.

Spoiler: They’re not here for the #1 plate.

They’re here because you are.

Look in the Mirror

This one’s gonna sting, but some of y’all need to hear it:

Your kid’s not the problem. You are.

You’re the one losing sleep over jetting and compression ratios on a PW50.

You’re the one pacing tech with clenched fists, looking for someone to protest.

You’re the one whispering, “If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying” while your preschooler watches.

Is that really the legacy you wanna hand down?

That winning matters more than integrity?

That the only way to stay in the game is to rig it?

If you’re more focused on your four-year-old having the fastest bike on the track than you are about raising a good human, then you’ve lost the plot - and the kid is the one who pays.

The Class Is Broken

Let’s recap the drama from just this year:

 • Parents filing multiple protests in the shaft drive class.

 • Bikes impounded, stripped down, and proven illegal.

 • Grown adults throwing fits at the gates because their modded-to-hell “stock” bike finally got caught.

 • Claims flying left and right (along with right hooks) retaliation, revenge, and straight-up pettiness.

All this… over a class for kids still learning how to spell “motocross.”

This Isn’t Development; It’s Delusion

What started as a stepping stone has become a trophy-hunting playground for parents with too much money and too little self-awareness.

These kids don’t need titles. They need room to breathe.

They need to love riding, not feel like they’re auditioning for your approval.

We’ve got 6-year-olds quitting because they’re already burned out.

We’ve got 5-year-olds crying behind the gate because Dad’s mad the bike didn’t hole shot in practice.

We’ve got kids who think they are their results - before they even know who they are as people (ask me how I know and what I’m still trying to “fix.”)

Shut It Down

Kill the pee-wee national classes.

Let these babies race local. Let them crash and giggle and ride again. Let them eat dirt and dream big - not carry your insecurities on their handlebars.

No more claims. No more cheater bikes. No more performative pit drama.

Just little kids on little bikes, riding for the love of it.

If that doesn’t sound like enough for you? Then maybe it’s not your kid who needs to grow up.

Can we be done watching freaking preschoolers pay the price for their parent’s egos?

-MotoMom