At the start of the 2013/2014 CVMA season, I was eager to make a strong debut with the new championship series. As I headed out for my first ever race with CVMA, my weekend was cut short when I got into a car accident on the way out to the track. My truck was damaged and my weekend was over before it began. That accident was just the beginning of a series of events that would cause me to miss the first two CVMA rounds. As the November round neared, my truck was still in the process of being repaired and it looked like I was going to miss the last race of 2013. The weekend before the race I was able to pick up my mom's car, which had the capabilities to carry my motorcycle. My mom had passed away after a 3 year battle with cancer in July, so I was able to use her car for the time being. Over the summer I had an issue with my phone and all of my contacts, text messages, and voicemails were deleted. After my mom had passed, I had only one remaining voicemail from her and I had absolutely no idea what the voicemail was going to say. Hours before I left for my third attempt to try and make it out to CVMA, I had a sudden uncontrollable urge to listen to my mom's last remaining voicemail. Her message would have a lasting impact on me, not only spurring me on for the weekend but most importantly strengthening my faith. So, in my mom's car with my motorcycle in tow, I FINALLY made it out to CVMA. It was my first time ever at the track and I was in for an uphill battle against a huge grid of fast racers with over 2 years of experience on the track. I was also pitting my TZ150r against Ninja 250's and even Ninja 300's. Nonetheless, I had two goals. The first goal was to improve my lap times in every session and the second and most important goal, was to have fun!

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