In Central New Hampshire, 400 yards from the local ATV trails, there's a piece of private land free from cell phone service. There are no gas stations, either. You can ride and brap away the blues. This escape for locals who want to get some air and throw up some dirt is called "The Rock Pile."

While riding the "New Hampster," a dirt route from NH's southern most to northern most point created by a BDR Ambassador Andrew Phillips, I came across an empty field full of trucks, trailers and dirt bikes. Our group pulled over and watched for an hour as a few dozen racers circled the track.

We asked the guy sitting in the makeshift ticket booth if this was a race and how they were running a track during COVID-19 lockdown. He explained it's his backyard and pointed to a house on the hill, saying, "That's my place and I love riding, so I built this track with my tractor."

Anyone can ride, no classes, no restrictions - just pay $25 cash, sign a waiver and you're off. Half the riders came from southern New Hampshire to practice. These semi-pro racers are like us - they have to ride but have nowhere to go. There were families, kids, women of all ages and ex-racers just working out the cobwebs after a winter that just ended here. Our leaves are three days old and there's still snow on the ground where we came from in northern New Hampshire.

The parking spots were all spaced six feet apart and no congregating was allowed. Many were wearing face-masks and the kids were all too busy chasing each other on bikes to get close. Every kid had a pit bike, e-bike or dirt bike with full gear. There was a kiddy track setup in the grass with a few dirt ramps built in for fun. I watched as a kid barely above toddler age pulled up on his handlebars of his little e-bike to get a couple of inches of air.

One week later, I showed up not knowing if the track was open because there is no website or hours posted anywhere and the field was once again full of riders from all over New Hampshire. I unloaded my enduro, which is setup like a dual sport with luggage, fuel tank and big comfy seat and realized just how painfully slow I am compared to these racers. My skills and bike choice are nowhere near the other riders. After two hours of riding on the dirt and in their single-track woods course, I settled down with my camera to take a few photos.

Everyone passed me twice at least. I passed one person, a 5-year-old on a 50 CC SSR pit bike. Yeah, I showed him!