My son, Kevin, was 10 years old when bicycle motocross (BMX) racing burst on the scene in our home town of
Bowling Green, KY. Kevin had a bike but certainly not one of the new, fancy, light-weight and expensive models designed for the sport of BMX. The little boy across the street from our house got one immediately. His parents simply went to the local bike shop, let him pick one out and brought it home. From day one that neighbor kid left that gorgeous bike out in the rain or even lying in the yard overnight. No sacrifice had been made for the purchase, thus there was no pride of possession or motivation for caring for the bike.
Kevin also asked for a bike and expressed his desire to be able to race at the local BMX events. So we went down to the local bike shop and looked at those shiny new racing machines. But the price was $400 for the new Redline Kevin had his heart set on.
