Ridin' Dirty (Beautifully Dirty #2) Read Online Free PDF

Isn’t that a guy thing . . . or did I miss something?
    The next day and night are pretty much the same as the day before. We hang out on the beach all day and party all night. Now it’s time to head back to college, walk across that stage and take that piece of paper back to my father. I will be spending some time at home while I pack up. Then I have a long drive to make in about a week, as well as turning a dream into a reality.
     

     
    I CAME TO CALIFORNIA six months ago. I graduated May seventeenth and drove away from my parents on the twenty-fourth. When I first came out, I was staying in a small apartment and riding in some of the races around the area. While practicing on Saturday at a track I was told about by a local rider, a couple of the pros had shown up as well. They tend to hit the local tracks at different times during the week to practice before the next race. That day changed my life. I guess you could say I was in the right place at the right time. I rode hard and kept up with the couple of guys that were there. They were from the Factory Yamaha Team. We shot the shit after riding for hours together. They were pretty cool. We exchanged numbers and said we’d keep in touch. I figured I wouldn’t hear anything from them actually, so I went on riding as usual for the next couple of weeks. I never heard from them exactly, but I guess they had discussed me with their team manager. He had come to two different races where I swept both motos, taking first, and I never knew it. That’s what made him reach out to me, wanting to sit down and discuss some things.
    They offered me a tentative contract, which meant I had to prove myself before they would officially sign me to any deal. I’ve been practicing day and night and working out harder than ever before, there is no way I’m going to fuck this up. Ryan has even made it a priority to help me train on his only day off. He comes out and rides with me, pushing me to be the best I’ve ever been.
     

     
    YES . . . IF YOU ARE wondering, I did get signed by Team Yamaha about two months ago. Just like Ryan did when he started, I have a three year contract with them. Once I told my parents about it, my father reached out to me, wanting to have his lawyer take a look at the contract. Believe it or not, he actually seems like he cares. I was completely taken back by it; though I’m happy, I still can’t figure out the change in attitude yet.
    I was asked to finish out the Motocross season for them when one of their current riders was injured. As incredible as it’s been, it’s also been crazy . . . riding and training, Monday through Friday and racing on Saturdays.
    Out here I share a house with five other team members. I’ve gotten to be good friends with a couple of them, and then there are a couple jackasses, too. There always are. Jesse Anderson is one of the coolest guys I’ve ever met and we’ve become great friends. We both ride in the lites class on the team and practice together. The house we live in is pretty awesome. Besides having its own private practice track out back, there is a huge gym and an in ground pool with a hot tub attached. Each of us has our own private bedroom suite. Our bathrooms are state of the art . . . with a killer walk in shower, sporting a raindrop shower head, as well as several sprayers on the wall. Which is perfect after a long day of beating our bodies out on the track. The kitchen . . . well it’s a chef’s dream and the rest of the house is incredible as well.
    I just finished practicing with three of my teammates, while the other two are going out a bit later; they are working out right now. I walk into the house and head up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I need to jump in the shower. It’s Friday and I’m heading out to meet up with Ryan for the weekend. Even if we are competitors, it doesn’t stop our friendship. Though we don’t get a chance to see each other as much as we would like to lately, we