A little bit of history about us.

  Well, were do I start? A little back ground on myself is I came to ride and race just like most kids do. My dad was heavily into motocross and I spent plenty of time pits the pits in diapers. Growing up around the sport and dreaming about racing one day myself. When I was about 6 my dad surprised me with my first bike, a Yamaha YZ80. I am not sure of the year, but I know it was a late 70's model. You know the kind with a medal tank and dual spring suspension in the rear, good times. I learned to ride it in the fields near my house and later my dad would let me hit the tracks that he went to on the weekends. I soon got the chance to race and did fairly well. Soon I was traveling all over with my dad and his friends to races. I quickly moved up to a 125cc class due to my ever growing appetite for speed. I only made the box a dozen times in my short lived amateur career.  Suffering an almost spine snapping wreck at age 15 I lost the edge I needed to continue to be competitive in the sport I love so much. I turned my attention to four wheels and began racing go-karts and micro-midgets. I still secretly, against mom's wishes, entered some local motocross races but never gained the edge I needed to fulfill my dreams to become Jeremy McGrath's nightmare. So, the sport faded away and several things took it's place (girls). Which leads me to now.

  When my three boys got some 50's for Christmas back in 2002 they started riding motorcycles. We started riding in vacant lots and at the Canadian River. They just couldn't get enough. I took them to a local indoor race and they fell in love. They would not quit talking about how they were going to start racing and beat everyone. It was great. I got super excited myself to again be around a sport I once loved. I really never turned my eyes fully away and now I was getting a chance to get involved again. The boys went to work practicing at a friends track and when the same event they attended 6 months earlier rolled back around they were ready. They all gave it a shot with one of them actually placing in the top five their very first race. I was stoked, the were stoked and hooked. The next thing you know we were full force into motocross racing. Traveling all over Texas, New Mexico, Colorado, and Oklahoma to race. We met tons of people, but realized we were getting in over our heads with the cost of it all. So, that brings me to the beginning of the miniMulisha.

  Just like me, a working dad, I realized most of our friends were in the same boat. We needed help and decided we would help some of the good people we knew too. Good people who loaned us tools when we didn't have the one we needed, or a spark plug at the starting gate when my boy's had fouled and I didn't have one. The same people letting us turn a million laps at their tracks for free. No one ever asked for payment or even a "thank you." Besides all of that aside, our kids had become good friends. It had become an extended family. Although all of these boys were fast and very dedicated; some were out there racing with the duct tape boots, blue jeans, too small, too large helmets, no gloves, and no goggles. Racing with slick tires. They were still out there giving all they had. When bikes went down you may not see them for weeks. Well, I finally decided that wasn't what I wanted to see anymore. Kids wearing improper gear or calling it a day at the races because they had a flat tire. Our kids were just as fast, if not faster than kids we saw with sponsors. So, I called a few parents to see if they were interested in forming a team. I thought it would be easier to get sponsors for a whole team versus individually and we could continue to help each other. They all were interested, so then we talked to the kids. Of course they really didn't know what we were talking about and just wanted to be out there racing. However, when it came to naming our newly formed team they were very informative. Around that time, back in 2003, motocross freestyle was new and very attention drawing to the boys. Brain Deegan was a fan favorite and the boys loved the Metal Mulisha. They liked the "bad boy" image, and I think a few of the boys wore mohawks that summer. So, they wanted their own Mulisha and we put several names to a vote. Nothing that would infringe on copy right licenses. Well in a nutshell the miniMulisha was born. Started for the sake of helping hard working parents and their little racers fulfill their dreams. Parents that can't break the bank to buy gear, parts, and still afford the entry fees on the weekend. We just want to help racers! Use the "Sponsorship" tab to
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