Myles
High
Myles' own story of the
fateful motorcycle wreck that his surgeon says will end
his racing career, captured by his mother in 1998, as
he struggles to get back on his feet. Includes witness
accounts from buddies and rescuers at the scene. |
Myles
Q & A
5-Q interview with Myles |
Tips
Riding and racing tips
from Myles |
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I
grew up in San Francisco. The hippies were frolicking all around
town with peace love and dope. My little head squirted out early
in the morning on August 19 in 72…that makes me pretty ancient by
today's standards. Believe me, I know the old guy is on his way.
This little hippie kid named Myles wore tie-died undies and went
to a fun little hippie school called Synergy. We learned about real
things and practiced free speech at city hall chanting and calling
for peace and love, free of nuclear war. The lessons were valuable.
There
were points in my child hood of severe rebellion and freedom seeking
from my little monster inside. I turned the energy into positivity
and started to break dance at fisherman's wharf and at pier 39 in
the heart of the performers streets. They made it clear that we
sucked and every time we left dreaming about being able to break
and pop like the big boys. Yeah that was funny as a…
Yeah
so any way I started to bike and skate daily, I always dreamed about
being a rad skater or a black belt being able to show off and look
cool seemed attractive. I was a decent skater by those old standards
and my bmx skills were only a little bit better I was pretty sucky
any way.
I
never liked team sports because I hated to lose. My father always
wanted me to play sports and was supportive about my biking. My
mom always thought that I was the bomb and could do any thing so
the love was there.
The
first time I competed and enjoyed it, I was sixteen and my mountain
bike buddy talked me into doing this cross-country race at Sears
Point in Sonoma CA. I sucked and dropped out but I still loved it
because I got to roost people in all the downhill sections. I was
strictly into going downhill when it came to the bike. I always
dreamed of being a motorcycle racer but had no support from dad
about motocross. I always loved my parents to the max even through
the hard times.
When
I started racing pro I have to admit that I expected to make it
and to excel. This determination proved to be an asset when it comes
to overcoming the hard times. The real deal is I love being a pro
racer and would not trade my experience for anything.
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