Personal History
My name is Steven Cashara. I was born on July 11, 1999. I live in Lake Katrine , NY with my mother, brother, sister, and grandparents. My ambition for riding began at the age of three. My mother bought me a two wheeler bicycle for my birthday. When I saw that it had training wheels on it I made her take them off. She told me it wasn’t a good idea because I didn’t know how to ride yet. I insisted on her taking them off. So at my request she did and I got on the bike and took off. She was amazed. Nothing and no one could stop me at that point. My Uncle Johnny notice then the determination I had and he asked my mom to buy me a dirt bike and he would teach me how to ride. So on my fourth birthday my mom did buy me my first dirt bike. It was a Suzuki 50. She was really nervous but I wasn’t. I put on my new riding gear and went into my backyard, got on the bike and took off.
Riding Goals
I plan to continue to move forward in my racing career. I have assured myself that I can and will do better at every race.
Competitive Highlights
Over the next five years my Uncle Johnny kept taking me riding and teaching me everything I needed to know about racing. I really started getting into it when my uncle put my cousin Nicholas into racing. I beg him and my mom to let me do it. They said ok. So my uncle took me down to Walden Playboys MX track for open practice. I was a little bit nervous but I got out on the track and was doing pretty good. I definitely went down a couple of times but got right back up and kept going. On my last practice of the day I was getting better and better. I was coming around the turn getting ready to go over the whoops and I gave it a little to much gas and wound up going down. I couldn’t get up fast enough because before I knew it another rider came over the whoops and ran my arm over. I never felt a pain like I felt that day. I had the X-rays taken and they told me that I had fractured it in two places. I was really ,really upset. I had to wait and wait and wait for my wrist to heal. After ten long weeks of recovery I was given the ok to race again. On June 6, 2010 I began my racing debut as a member of Metropolitan Sports Committee (MSC). I was so excited but nervous at the same time because in the back of my mind I kept thinking about my accident at Walden. My uncle told me that it was ok to be nervous and that I would be fine. I got on my bike and got on the gate and I was ready. When the gate went down I stalled…I quickly restarted my bike for the next gate drop. Again the gate went down and I took off. I made it around the first set of turns and was coming around the high burm when I bumped bars with another rider. My nervousness got the best of me. I could not finish the race. I came off the track and put my bike on the stand. My next try at racing was at Twister Valley. I got out on the gate, it dropped and off I went. I conquered my fear. I made it threw the whole moto and when I came off I was proud of myself. I wound up placing eight overall. I then went to the Ace Motocross race and I placed sixth overall. I now know that alls it takes is determination to conquer fears. I have proven to myself that I can do anything that I put my mind to.