RP: It was kind of funny. The first shop I ever worked at was a shop in Florida called Honda Bob’s, and the guy who owned the shop (Bob), had a Honda XL250 in a Redline frame, which was a flat track racing frame. He sent the motor to Yoshimura in California, and when he got it back it was a super strong runner. Once he set the bike up for short track racing, he invited me out, and I got to test ride the bike, and all the racers there had nickel-plated frames and fancy leathers and I thought it was a blast. Later, I attended the American Motorcycle Institute in Daytona and when I was finished there, I moved to San Diego to work. I was making $3.50 an hour for a while, and I still had to feed myself and pay for my apartment, so I didn’t have money for racing for quite a while. In 1996 they built a track 10 miles from my house in Ramona, and I decided to get a bike so I could start racing there. So I bought a cheap bike, set it up, and started racing. The competitive community was funny because they weren’t big on sharing information: they didn’t want to help the competition. I, on the other hand, was always talking it up with everyone I could in the pits, drawing diagrams in the dirt and trying to help guys learn as I learned, because I thought it would make the racing better. It took some time, and there was a lot of trial and error, and I worked hard at it. After a while, I started winning races. Eventually, I started winning the pro class, and it was a circle of growth. I loved it, and I still love it.