I have always enjoyed watching motocross, and admired the skill and physical ability of the riders. When these top athletes are performing their dirt ballet it’s entertaining, exciting and inspiring.
But having a go at it myself has never appealed. Mostly because, at its core, it just looks like a big plateful of madness, served with a side order of insanity, plus a dollop of crazy on top. For me, taking part in motocross looks like a fast-track
