When my son turned 8 years old he / we discovered the world of BMX racing. For 13 years our family was submerged in this hidden society that at times resembles a traveling circus. Making friends across the country while watching people come and go, we transformed from the lost novices to the experienced veterans. In the earliest times 100 plus races per year was not uncommon. We absorbed gear ratios, race strategies, equipment quirks and proper nutrition with equal zealousness as we were a BMX family.
My son raced, I was the pit dad and photographer, my wife was team mom, road manager and 1st aid technician. I started photographing my son’s races documenting this new journey in his life but as we became accepted into the group I became the track photographer then began photographing about 6 national races per year.
When college rolled around my son put racing on hold. I relive the adventures by visiting the tracks from time to time and through the thousands of photos I have captured over the years.
My son Alex is in the yellow uniform in the top two photos. Bottom is an earlier image of him.