Upon our return from the peaceful, quite, serene setting of the mountains, we jumped right back into the hot, loud, crowded, dry atmosphere of the city. But, we didn’t mind, afterall, my brother Matt and my nephew Jacob were in town for the weekend. Matt was racing motorcycles out at Sandia Motorsport Park. We all headed out to the track for a weekend of speed, frozen lemonade, and family. It was great to support Matt as he took on mainly local riders who knew the track like the back of their hands and to watch Matt as he fought hard for a second and two third place trophies! Was he psyched? I think so

Patrick stepped up as Matt’s only totally available and reliable pit crew member, and a special thanks to Andres who came over after his races to help out on the bikes.

The girls begged for rides on Jacob’s little Honda and they got a taste of what’s it’s like to ride in the open winds on something that has a motor and not 4 legs.

The girls were hooked and our now quite eager to add chores to their list in order to start saving for a motocycle of their own! Imagine that. When not riding, or eating ice cream, these two paired up with Jacob to make an inseperable threesome for the entire weekend!

Towards the end of the second day of racing, one of the deserts’ most amazing phenomenon, the monsoon, swept through the race track and reminded us of our miniscule size. As 8 of us desparately hung onto Matt’s pit tent to keep it from being swept up and taking us with them like Dorothy and Toto in Kansas, the rain unleashed, the ground blew away and everyone around the park began to seek refuge.

But, as with any summer desert storm, just wait around a few minutes and your back to sunny blue skies. So, off to Dad’s we headed for swimming, burgers, and a sleepover! What a great weekend. Miss you Matt and Jake-y. We’ll come see you soon.