The MotoDad Type

The following postcard from the pits story is another adaptation of a Robin Crutcher MotoMom original. I’ve been wallowing in my basement office over the last week or so - thank you, ‘Rona - and have done some more reading on her stories. This one sticks to the ribs they way Grandma’s Christmas mashed taters will, and I've really enjoyed freshening it up to meet today. It was written twenty years ago and still - the meaning - and they types of MotoDads - haven't changed.

It sits real close to home. You see, I’ve experienced it first hand with all the types. I’m not sure if that’s a privilege to say I’ve seen it all and close to home or if it’s a burden knowing that not every time to the track was a shining moment.

But those moments, both at the track, in the truck and at home will shape us and our youngsters in the present and the future days.

Honestly I’m stoked for the changes that have been made around my own home recently - my boys’ own MotoDad has worked hard to find the fun again and I’m super proud of that.

This year has been rough for everyone I know. That’s not an exaggeration. While some have had the sun shine a bit brighter on them, 2020 has been throwing punches at all of us. What we choose to do next year with very hands-on training we’ve received in this one, only time will tell.

I hope everyone takes their lessons, licks their wounds and comes back to show what they’ve got. This is especially true to the MotoDads. Many of you have had the burdens of financial and additional race stresses: Here’s to you in 2021.



The MotoDad Type

There is a sport called motocross. And motocross is a microcosm of the world around us. In other words, it takes all kinds. There are many different types of people to be found at the track, at the motorcycle shop or huddled around a screen watching MAVtv. Pherpaps, because I have a couple sons and they a father, I have become more attuned to watching the different types of men at the races. They seem to fall into four distinct categories: The MotoDad, The StepIn, The Dad, and The Asshole.

A father is probably the single most important piece of motocross equipment most MotoKids take to the races with him. There is a bond formed between the child and his dad that needs to be cultivated carefully to survive a lifetime of ups and downs in this highly competitive sport.

Moms know about bonding. It happens when we squeeze, breath, focus and scream through twelve hours of labor. We call our partners names, we swear to retaliate (Okay, but how are we going to do that? Get THEM pregnant?) and we forget the months of swollen feet, the aching back, and every pain filled moment the instant we clap eyes onto our little cherub and start counting fingers and toes. Women are created this way. How else would we make it though the diapers, terrible two’s and teenage years without that instant bond? But back to dads - they don’t get that initial Gorilla-Glue-I’m-Stuck-On-You bond; they have to work at it.