I first rode at 10 on a mini bike of a friend. At 15 I bought two OSSA 250 enduros to take on the world of dirt. I transitioned into Yamaha YZs as OSSA had no parts train in Texas by then. I soon found riding on pavement had lots to offer and never looked back. My short tenure on earth has taken me to 42 countries and many harsh moments. Life has been good to me though but those rough minutes are softened by getting on the bike and going. Cold, hot, wet or windy, life in my head becomes more enjoyable my taking a brief turn on two wheels. And since they won’t let me hang out the helicopter door with a machine gun any longer, I need the calming rush of living on the bike. Nothing else gives me that type of therapy, nothing…