A four year old boy woke up excited to see what Santa had left him as a Christmas present. To his suprise he unwrapped a bike for himself . Wasn’t that unexceptional? Well this boy with such a lovely father was ME.
Boys throughout their childhood used to get fascinated looking at the most exotic cars and super bikes but me right over here, I was preparing myself to ride one in the near future!And to average up my skills on a sports bike in the coming years my father had got me a pocket bike for Christmas!
With rigorous training on pocket bikes, dirt bikes, an inevitable World Champion was springing up. The achievements along with various ‘fractured bones’ were upgrading from, riding pocket bikes that costed a few hundred dollars on go cart track to riding draconic Moto-Gp machines that cost millions of dollars on the fastest circuits in the world. I became the world champion four times in a row making each year call “and there goes Marc Marquez once again…The Word Champion“.
I have had my greatest achievement, have you? No dream is too big and no life is too small. Chase your dreams and leave the rest on your fate.