To begin with, one of the most memorable gifts I've ever received was the one that started it all: My trusty Suzuki LT 50. I was two years old at the time, and getting this hand-me-down gift from my brother was like being handed the keys to life. Sure, it's a quad, but barely a week after Christmas I was racing around the yard like I almost knew what I was doing, and an obsession was born. I must have run a thousand gallons of gas through that ATV! A season of ice racing taught me throttle control, and before I knew it I was on to two wheels. These days, I like quads about as much as I like anchovies, but I'll never forget the fact that without St. Nick, my motorcycling career may never have taken off in such a fun--and safe--way.