A: I started out racing Supercross here in America. I did my first Supercross in California in 1985 and I finished third… At the second race, I came out of the gate in third and unfortunately in the first turn, the two riders in front of me messed up. When I put my foot down to keep from going down, the rider behind me hit me in the leg and it shattered my ankle. They put it back together with screws but the doctors told me I'd never race again. Well, three months later when they took it out of the cast I started rehab and I found out that rehab back then was a joke. You would go in and they would massage for five minutes and say, "Okay, that's good," and charge you a couple hundred dollars. So my dad decided he was going to rehab my ankle, and he would make me jog with him down in my granddad's pasture, through the woods and down in the creeks and everything. In the beginning my ankle didn't move, but he told me, "If you want to do this you're going to suffer, that's the only way you're going to get movement back." And finally we got the movement back.