Photograph: American Films and Loud Engine Noise

Photograph Photographs are memories. They are the only thing that can bring you back to the past. Photographs are like time machines they can bring you back to any moment in your life. No one can describe a setting as well as a picture like the saying one picture is worth 1,000 words. Some are good and some are bad but they show all the things that a person has been through to make them what they are today. In my picture I am alone, to some people this is a bad thing to me it’s not. I don’t like having to rely on other people to do their job. I love when it’s just me like I am in space no one around, no one to say you’re doing it wrong, no one to yell. The best feeling is when you are riding on a track and it’s just you and your dirt bike. When only you can change the outcome of what will happen next. It may not seem like it’s very peaceful with all the loud engine noise but it is. I am at Mtn. View motocross track it’s about 2 o’clock on a hot summer day. The heat is pounding against the dirt. The dust is everywhere. It’s nearly impossible to see, goggles are covered in dirt, dust is in your eyes, and sweat is running down your face mixing with the dirt. Sounds terrible right? Well at the same time you are traveling at 30 mph taking corners, hitting jumps, and trying to pass the guy in front of you. The best part of it all is jumping. The adrenaline rush you get before every jump and the suspicion not knowing how it’s going to end. I’m leaving the ground leaning the bike left. This is a concept called a scrub. It’s when you get as close to the ground as possible so you can start accelerating sooner. My parents hate when I do it because it is very dangerous. Trying to lean a 225 pound bike sideways and making sure you bring it back straight up and down all in about a second is not easy. That’s what makes life so great. When I am dirt biking I am having the time of my life. No matter what happened before when I am out there nothing else matters. In my photograph it was the first time I had been dirt biking in about 3 months. I crashed and broke my leg so I couldn’t ride for way to long. The day after I got my cast off is when this picture was taken. I was so excited to ride once again. When I was driving to the track and I finally showed up my heart was pounding so fast. I think it was a mixture of being scared and just wanting to ride so bad. Right then I was thinking life is good. Everything I could want. I was working, making money during the day and dirt biking after. It couldn’t get any better than this. The photo was taken about 6 months ago and I am the same person. I haven’t changed in anyway at all. I try to ride every weekend if possible and I love every moment I am. I wish I could go back in time so I could make sure that I told myself to keep trying because it will all pay off. This picture means a lot to me and hopefully I can look back in 20 years and still be doing what I was in that photo.