We went through the same thing at our trails. Some dad would haul their kid there from the track. Screaming, “I drove all this way. You’re jumping it.” The kid would cartwheel, the bike smacking him in the head 3 or 4 times while they were still clipped, then the kid would cry and the dad would load him back up all fired up and leave.
Seeing Romero squirrel out was the best.