Welcome to my worst weekend of riding ever. The second round of NSW State Titles was muddy… the kind of deep, think, stinky mud which made my crappy attitude even worse. The starts were bad, and my head wasn’t in it and I wasn’t committing to jumps and was just being a general nuisance out there so Dad did something he has never done before… he pulled me off, called the day early and packed us up and left. It was a real wake up call that I was a danger to myself and everyone else out there with me. I had to face the truth that I have a lot of hard work ahead of me to get out of this rut and it mostly falls on me to put in the effort. I have had less ride time since we moved to Aussie than I have ever had before so it’s time to take a step back to decide what I want to do now and if it is moto – make some better plans, set some better goals and find my fire.
Soren Staudinger 