Many of us, DTRA riders, are from a family of racers. The same for me.
My dad was born in 1950 in Paris. He rode Husqvarna, Ossa and Bultacos from 1973 to 1983. But I never saw him riding, not e even once (but last year he competed in a Super veteran race, after 33 years of not racing). Why? Because he just stopped everything when my brother came to the world.
What did he leave us from his racing years? Tons of bikes? Cool riding gear? Did he take us ride as youngsters? NO! Nothing!
He was just ok to help me to buy a trials bike, a Gas Gas 125, at 16, but I'd been focussed on a 1985 YZ since I was 12! For him motocross is baaaad and dangerous. That's so strange for a man who finished the seventh at first edition of Le Touquet, who won races in the French Enduro Championship.
Here is what he left:
3 helmets in the Garage, that became nice bird's nest.
One single Husqvarna Jersey.
Some trophies And a used Trelleborg tyre and tooooons of pictures...
1981 Husqvarna 250
1981 Husqvarna 250
1982 Husqvarna
1982 Husqvarna
The one on the left became my mum
Ossa Trials
The shirt I wore in DTRA
Broken shock at Le Touquet in 1981
The helmet cemetery today
With his road bike a Z1, one of the first in France
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2 comments:
You look so moch like your dad when you race! Great post with brilliant pics!
Am sure lots of people can echo your upbringing! me included! it took for my cousin to buy me a minimoto for my 21st birthday to get into racing! lol
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