Here's a shot from somewhere in the south, think it was an AMA regional MX qualifier race in Tennessee. Try as they might, these top area pros were having a hard time getting 'er done...or even getting over the next jump, for that matter.
Letting my mind wander back to these days assures me I truly loved all things motocross. It didn't matter, rain or shine, I was there to capture the images that told the story. It might have meant mud head to toe and trashed Nikon bodies and lenses, but nonetheless it was why I existed, my place in the world at that time in life.
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