I coudn't help but notice the completely different atmosphere at the racetrack compared to the other sporting events that the niece and nephew have had lately (football, baseball, softball, and basketball just this past year). Instead of parents yelling at their kid because they wouldn't shoot the ball or because that kid obviously fouled their kid and the referee is blind and couldn't make a call if his life depended on it—dad's AND MOM's were out on the racetrack for the 50cc kids picking them up when they'd fall over, helping them restart stalled bikes, and the coolest thing; cheering the kids on as they rode by.