So it's been quite a few weeks since that jack*** knocked me over at the motocross track and got my arm injured. I still get a lot of people asking me if I'll ride dirt bikes again: HELL YEAH! I could let it get to me. I could be terrified of ever getting on a dirt bike again, but it's the total opposite. I'm pissed! All I want to do is get back out there, ride faster, and ride better. It's motivation for me. Dave is rather pleased with this.

His main worry is a valid one. Is my arm healed enough to get back on the bike? It's still tender, but is weaker than it used to be. However, I think it's worth trying! I'll take it easy and ride shorter sessions than before. He bought me all sorts of new armor to help with confidence. This was my first really bad crash after all. I might be a little shaken up when I get back on the bike.

People at work and other friends keep giving me lectures. When I showed up to work with my arm in a sling and a big bandage around it, "You've got to be careful! Don't you know you are a musician?!" Uh.... Yeah, I do. What do YOU do for fun?! Play with your kids? Sorry, but that's a necessity as a parent. Watch movies/tv all weekend? Very unproductive and how shallow! Browse the Internet? Get a reality check and return to real life. Do drugs? Don't get me started on that. Shopping? You'll never find happiness that way.

Get off my ass about how I should live my life. You don't need to approve. I have one mother and father already. I don't need another. Besides, while my parents don't always approve of everything I do, they have the decency to have faith in my ability to make the best decisions I can.

I love riding motorcycles: street and dirt. I know the risks. I accept the risks. What would life be without taking risks?!

Get off my butt.

To the jack*** who knocked me over and never apologized, I'll see you at the track again. One day, I'll be the one to take out your front wheel and make you eat dirt.