Riding like Jet Lawrence. Oi, wake up Jacks Bonnie whispered loudly from the backseat as the van turned down a dirt road lined with palm trees in the state of Florida Jack's wiped the asleep from his eyes and looked out the window. A massive motocross track spread out in front of them like a playground Built by legends. Whoops. Tabletops, triples, berms and rhythm sections. As far as the eye could see, they'd made it to the dog pound Jet. Lawrence's private training compound in Florida. Is that him? Jack's pointed to a rider floating effortlessly over a big jump. Elbows. Outstanding. Tall on the pegs. Yep. Said Mitch. Pulling the van into park. That's jet. The smoothest rider in the world. Bonnie's eyes sparkled. I can't believe we're gonna ride with him today. They jumped out of the van and began unloading their bikes as they tightened their gear and checked their tire pressure. The sound of a Honda 4 54 stroke rumbled up behind them. Goodday legends. Jet called out as he slid to a stop. You're ready to learn how to ride like me. Jack and Bonnie nodded so hard. Their helmets nearly flew off. They were nervous but excited. They'd met their hero. Jet Lawrence. Alright, jet grinned. Today we're gonna focus on flow. That means standing more sitting, less bouncing from bump to bump. No bulldozing over the bumps, just glide softly over them like I do. He revved his bike and wheeled away toward the track. Jack and Bonnie scrambled to follow, hopping on their bikes and tearing off after jet. Jet had them start on a mellow rhythm section full of rolling bumps and gentle. Whoops. Stand tall jet called over his shoulder. Don't lock your knees, let the bike move under you. Jack stood up, knees bent and hit the bumps. The first few kicked him in the butt, but by the third lap, he was floating over them just like Jet. Bonnie followed. Close behind standing high and light. This feels like riding on waves. She said. Jet pulled up beside them. Now, try landing on the downside of each bump, not just smashing through them. Use the fo smooth. Don't pin it. Just blip it when you need to hop one section. Jack shifted his weight bounced off. One roller landed on the next with a grip of the throttle and rock. He was doing it. He shouted, I can ride like jet over these bumps. You're a natural jet wings. Now let's hit some berms. The berms at the dog pound were huge, the size of mountains. Curved walls of red dirt that begs to be blasted. Watch me jet said before carving into one like a surfer. He stood through the whole turn outside, foot weighted head forward, and blasting sand all over the back of the berm. Jack's dropped in next, copying the form. Wait. On the outside peg elbows up. Jet yelled Jack's roosted through the turn and came out, cleaned the other side. Bonnie charged him behind him yelling Yha through her helmet and blew through the corner with a rooster towel of dirt flying behind. Nice work. Jet nodded you two ride like legends. They spent the next hour jumping jet, taught them how to preload the suspension before taking off. Crouch down, compress the bike, then let it launch. Stand before the lip. He explained. Look at your landing. Stay loose in the air. Bonnie hit a double lifted off the lip and flew through the air from her eyes wide. She floated. She was afraid she was gonna go too long, but she just landed on the down ramp with a thud. I did it. She squealed. Jack's followed flying off the same jump and he yelled me there. I'm flying jet You are both little rippers. Jet laugh. Let's take a break. They pulled off the track and parked under a shady tree. Mitch handed out water bottles while they caught their breath. My legs are jelly jack's groaned. That's how you know you're learning. Said jet stretching his arms. When I train, I focus on being smooth and fast, not just fast. If you're slamming into stuff, you get tired quick. The trick is to ride with rhythm. Bonnie nodded. It's like dancing, but on dirt. After lunch, jet bought out his full factory race bike. Want to see the big dog bark? He grinned the bite. Looked like something from the future. Buttons on the handlebars. Carbon fiber bits everywhere. And it sounded like the most powerful bike they'd ever heard. This baby's built for war. Jet said it's got maps I can switch mid-race, launch control, and more torque than a tractor. Jack's jaw dropped. Can I sit on it? Sure. Jet smiled. Jack climbed on gripping the bars. Now imagine blasting into a rut full of speed. Standing as long as you can. Your outside foot, down your body forward. Yeah. Jack's whispered. I feel fast already. Just standing on your bike. They finished the day with a race around the full track. Jack gave them a head start. I'm gonna chase you down and see if I can catch you. I think you're gonna need that head start. Jackson and bonnie lifted the revs and then they took off. They rounded the first corner, sent it over the first few jumps, and then outta the corner of their eye, they saw Jet Lawrence take off after them. Oh no. They yelled at each other. He's coming, and he's definitely gonna catch us if we don't go fast. Bonnie flew off a tabletop and yelled, bro, just pin it in the air. Jack's tucked into a rut. Feet up standing through the exit. No, don't just hold the throttle open. Remember what Jet told us? Be smooth with the throttle. Jet closed the gap. The kids could see him catching up. Hold it on. Bonnie yelled. Hold it on. He's catching us. Jack's leaned in standing tall as he flew over the last double. Jet passed him in the air scrubbing underneath him, I can see you. He yelled out as he went past them, they all crossed the line cheering and hooting. as they went round the last corner, they saw a jet drifting and sliding perfectly across the finish line. That jet said was epic.. As the sun dipped low, turning the sky orange, they loaded the bikes back into the van. Bonnie looked back at the track. I never wanna leave The dog. Pound is like heaven. You know what's awesome? Said, jacks. We didn't just ride. We learned and we learned from the best Jet Lawrence, you two rode like champions today, said, Mitch, you're smooth, smart, and having fun. That's what it's all about. Jet came over for a final high five. Keep riding to have fun. Remember flow. Don't fight the bike. You don't need to be the strongest, just the smartest. They waved goodbye. The dog pound disappearing behind'em as the van rumbled off down the dirt. I'm gonna stand up everywhere now. Jack said I'm gonna bounce from bump to bump like a kangaroo Bonnie said. And then together they whispered. Any day on a dirt bike is a good day, especially when you ride with Jet Lawrence.