Speaking to catching and stuffing your son into a corner.... One of the coolest things I ever had happen to me as a dad was 6 years ago (you'll see why I remember it pretty precisely in a second) when I was riding some trails in Brookville NJ with my son Jesse who was 15 at the time. Now granted, I had a faster bike, but he brobably weighed 80 lbs less, and was faster than me everywhere except going into a sandy left hand corner after about a 200' straight. I would always gain on him getting into that corner so after a few laps I stopped my bike and told him to take his helmet off and just sit on his bike for a few laps just off to the inside of that corner where I was catching him... so that he could watch "the old man."
So... he kinda rolls his eyes a little but decided to do what I ask as I took off on a new lap.... Making my way around the rest of the trail, about 90 seconds later, I'm barrelling down the straight, coming up on the corner where he's watching from, and stay on the throttle as long as my 50+ year old brain would let me, and then I pitched it sideways and worked the back and front brake at the same time... kind of drifting into the corner just a little, hitting the apex just right, and then zippin' on out of the corner and up the trail for another lap...
I did that 2 more times.... (Surprisingly, actually did it pretty well, and kind of surprised myself that I could still do it...)
On the "cool down lap", I pulled up alongside of him and shut off my bike, and right away noticed that he didn't have that "yea... so what" teenager puss on his face.... He wasn't saying a word... I started in with that it's important to go fast, but its also just as important to go fast as long as you can, and to slow up in as short a distance as you can...and then get back on the throttle as soon as you can (didn't realize until just know how much I probably sounded like Resse Bobby!)....
He still wasn't saying anything... so I said, do you understand what I mean?
Still with kind of a surprised look, he just kind of shook his head and said to me, "Are you sure you're 51?"
Well... I don't have to tell you that, well... that was probably the coolest thing an old fart dad on a dirt bike could probably ever hear from his teenage son. Guess I was getting through the corner pretty well.
Thanks for everyone for your patience.... letting me reminisce a little...