Every once in a while I put up a favorite photo of my son, when he used to race motocross. I have to admit that I hated his "extreme" sport: extremely dangerous and extremely expensive. In this photo, he's taking a berm on what was once his practice track in our back yard. (It's since been restored to a lovely little meadow.) The rocks and dust flying out behind him is called "roost." During a race, riders get hit with this debris, thrown up from the riders in front of them, and they end the race covered in bruises. Not MY idea of fun!
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