We all know the type: normal folk. They spend their days at work, then pop into their Tesla for Happy Hour at Applebee's because the Southwest Pot Stickers are only $5. They are aware that motocross exists, but that's about where their knowledge ends. If they find out that you race motocross, they inevitably follow-up with one or all of these five humdingers: 

1. Are you a pro?

Even though these people have never met a pro athlete in their pathetic, farmer’s market-filled life, they are still honestly unimpressed when you tell them that you are not a pro. Basically, the logic is that so few people race dirt bikes, and riding dirt bikes is easy, so if you are not a pro, you must be the sorriest case of humanity that God ever crapped out. Step your game up, bro.

2. What tricks can you do?

This is another one that the action sports world can thank the ESPN for. FMX blew up on the X-Games scene and suddenly, everyone on the planet decided that all motocross racers are freestyle guys, too. Oh, you motocross? Can you backflip? What’s your best superman seat grab combo? Even when you tell them “Sorry boss, I race, no one cares about freestyle,” they scratch their head and think “But….freestyle is in the X Games…” Damn, you’re right. What have I been doing with my life?

3. Do you ever fall?

Here’s the thing about people who are stuck in conventional society – they are soft. The life they chose is rampant with 401Ks, 9-5 workdays, and enough water cooler conversation to tranquilize a charging bull elephant. It's boring, but they like that, because they are afraid of the world and the inherent dangers in presents. It happens to moto riders too when they get older sometimes. They think “Oh, it’s just not worth it anymore. I have to think about my responsibilities now.” Horseshit. Your only responsibility is to get busy livin', or get busy dyin'.

4. How fast does your bike go?

I don’t fucking know chief.

5. What’s the highest you’ve ever jumped?

This one has always blown my mind. It’s almost like the metric vs. the English system of measurement; for some reason, the entire uninformed world gauges jumps by height rather than distance. Did we just miss the meeting where everyone decided to use that metric? The best way to handle that scenario is just use the distance number anyway. It makes you sound like a sick motherfucker to say you jumped 100 feet straight up in the air.