Personal History
I grew up in the small town of Houston B.C. Canada. My parents were split up since I was a baby so I have always had two separate lives, on the weekdays my mom would have me and on the weekends my dad would have me. I stayed with my mom on weekdays because my dad worked such long hours I would have had to take care of myself so my mom took care of that, on weekends my dad would come get me and I would spend that time with him, even though most of his time was spent working on his logging truck I still went out there and I enjoyed it. I would help him or go find something to do outside to keep occupied. My dad was the one that got me into motocross, he has always had bikes and when he was my age he was right into it, and good at it also; however he let life get the best of him and got out of it for a long time. About when I was born he got back into it, on my 3rd birthday hot bought me a KTM 50. From that day when I hucked my leg over the bike I was hooked instantly. My mom was dead against it; she hated the fact and would never let me ride, so during the week when I wasn’t riding I was miserable and just wanted to go to my dad’s. Every weekend from that point on I was even more excited to go there so I could go ride. Lots of the time I didn’t get to ride as much as I’d like to because he would have to work on his logging truck or have other things to do, so I would wait in my gear until he was done. When I turned 4 years old we went to my first race in Prince George. I have never been so excited in my life, my mom didn’t know we were racing or she wouldn’t have let me, so we hid that from her for a while. One of my fondest memories, on my first race I was going over a table top by the crowd and wiped out, I got up right away and started balling, I wasn’t balling because I was hurt I was crying because I had broken my brake lever. When my dad came running to me he asked if I was okay, I said yes but I broke my bike, as I was holding up my brake lever in my hand, he grabbed it and said don’t worry about that get back on your bike and keep riding. I said okay but I can’t see, so he grabbed my goggles and cleaned the inside of them for me, I was crying so hard that I had puddles of tears in my goggles. Once he cleaned them I got back on my bike and kept on going. That was the only race we went to that year. I wanted to go to more but we couldn’t afford it. Growing up we never had a lot of money, dad worked very hard to make ends meet so trying to make racing work was hard, we only made one every year. When I was 8 he got me a kx65. He also borrowed a piece of machinery from his work and built a track in our back yard. He had about 8 acres of land so it was a nice little track for me starting out. Every weekend we were out there riding the track or playing in the fields and trails around that area. We went to race in P.G. again when I got my 65 and I happened to crash on the same jump as I did when I had my 50, except this time I didn’t do it on my own, I actually got landed on by a female racer Sara King, who jumped on a yellow flag. I burnt my arm on the exhaust and that was my first injury, after the race my dad saw the blood under my jersey and took a look, he asked, are you okay? Do you need something for that? And I said no I’m fine I want to go race again, he said are you sure? I’m not pushing you into anything, if you want to go home we can go home, and I said no I don’t want to go home I want to keep racing. When I got a little older he told me that that’s when he knew I loved the sport. From after that day every weekend dad was constantly fixing things, buying things for my bike, guiding me more and more and showing me proper techniques and riding styles, however we still didn’t go to a lot of races because it was too much money. When I turned 12 my dad bought me a 2007 crf150r. My first 4 stroke, it was a great bike but when I started on it I was very timid, it had a lot of power and I wasn’t sure how I liked it, but dad took me to quite a few races that year and I started getting faster and more aggressive each race. On my second year on the bike we were in P.G. racing and I got my first ever hole shot, even over pro racer Jess Pettis, I was so excited, until I went into the first corner swapped out and got run over a few times. That year I broke my knee and suffered a concussion. From age 13-16 I crashed consistently every year, sometimes I would bounce back quick and crash again breaking more bones or having more head injuries all in 1 year. In total I’ve broken both my knees, my right ankle, my left wrist 2 times, the second time I had to have surgery, and my right wrist once, popped out both of my shoulders one time each, cracked my sternum, broke a few ribs, broke my back and suffered a lot of head injuries every time I broke something. I didn’t have the best of luck those years. Anyway, during all that I was getting way too big for my 150 and was riding it way harder than it should have been rode. My dad didn’t have enough money to buy me a new bike so he let me use his 07 kx250, I was 15 when I started riding that bike and as soon as I jumped on that I was instantly faster, I jumped into junior and was top 5 every race, for the races that we did race. When I started getting trophies and wanted more and more racing time dad did everything he could to try to make it work and would beat himself up inside if he couldn’t do it for me because he noticed how bummed I was. When we went to race I never had the most up to date or nicest bikes out there because we could never afford that, a lot of the time we would stay in a tent at the races or if dad had enough money we would go to a cheap hotel, we had an older pickup to take us places nothing new or fancy and we made the best of it. I started working on and off when I was about 14, in between injuries and started to help my dad out with paying for biking. We started making more races every year and when I was 16 my dad traded his 07 for a 2012 kx250f for me. It was a brand new bike and it made it so he didn’t have a bike, he gave up riding so that I could ride and pursue my passion. Even with crashing every year several times, he kept faith. Once I got that bike we went to almost every race and I was in the running for podium in overall points at the end of the season, I didn’t make every race because that year near the end of the year I broke my back, so I didn’t get enough points to place first but I ended up with a 3rd in junior class. My first time placing podium at the end of the year was pretty exciting. So all winter and all spring I worked everything I could to make my back strong and able again, I was told it will never be the same but if I made my back strong and I didn’t have pain it won’t do any more damage so that’s what I did, and that year I went on to try to race again. I was 17 and my dad traded the 2012 250f for a 2012 kx450f so we could both ride, he managed to find a really cheap old camper and an open trailer that just fit the bike on to tow with our pickup so we didn’t have to stay in a tent anymore, I worked a lot when there wasn’t racing or school and during that season we both helped each other out, sometimes I would pay and sometimes he would pay, so that we could make every race. That year was my first year without injury and I managed to get a second overall in the season. During that winter I bought my own truck from working, a 94 gmc for $5,000. I still have it to this day. I used that to get to and from work and school and early in the spring I graduated, 3 months before graduation; I managed to get a job at a mill for the 3 months and made some money. After graduation day I moved out with my best friend to P.G. to go to school for a mechanical engineer and work. That year I was still racing during it all, my dad would come and bring everything and I would pay for my racing, he would pay for his and we went through the season like that, I ended up crashing and breaking my sub frame and exhaust silencer so it put me out of racing for a little bit because I didn’t have the money to fix it, when a friends dad took it and fixed it up for me because he didn’t want to see me stop racing because of how well I was doing, so he fixed it up and I kept racing, in the running for 1st and second again I got a second place overall in that season. That year being 18 and placing podium for 3 years in a row they bumped me up into intermediate, I told my mom and stepdad about that and he then told me that he has his old work trailer that I can have if I come and clean it out, pump up the tires and take it home. So that weekend that’s what I did, I went to smithers, cleaned out the trailer, had to change a tire because the side wall was blown out and pumped up the rest, insured it and then drove it home, to then find out the brakes don’t work all the tires are bald and the front axle is bent, I fixed it up and made it so its liveable inside, it now has a fridge, sink, stove a couple of side tables and a bed. The year to come, last year, I was 19 going into my first year intermediate, living on my own trying to make ends meet I realised that mechanical engineer is too hard and too much money, so I stopped that and just worked, I made it to every race with my truck and trailer, always battling up front, winning every once in a while, I made it to 2nd place overall last year in my first year intermediate. Every year I was always so close to making it to the top and I have always tried so hard to be the best I could be, I made everything happen all on my own, I didn’t have funding or big motorhomes and parents hauling me all over the country, I didn’t get to be homeschooled and in the winter go to the states to train with pros because I had to work, but every summer I continued to push and try to make it as high as possible and I did. Last winter I traded my 450 for a 07 kx250 2 stroke so I could ride mx2 and early in the spring I financed a 2016 kx450f. This year, being 20, still working as much as possible I didn’t get near enough riding time, I didn’t get to race my 250 hardly at all because over the winter I restored it making it a beautiful bike but it kept having problems so I didn’t get to ride it, racing my 450 in under 30 and mx3 intermediate I made most of the races, some I couldn’t make, but once again battling at the top I managed a 2nd overall for the series in mx3.
Riding Goals
My riding goals is to next year go to some pro races and qualify and to try to make it pro, all I want is to be able to go pro, make a little bit of money, show people that you can do it without having a rich background and when you work for something anything is possible. I may never get a factory ride or be the best but all I want is to know I did my best for the longest I could.
Competitive Highlights
There's been so many competitive accomplishments and achievements that trying to pinpoint anything specific is next to impossible, I stated a lot of highlights in my history and id say those are a lot of my highlights summed up.