They dont post the results for a few days.... Heres what I do know....
Riding under the "Banned" banner were....
Me, Pecker, Mav, Brit, Arley, Solid, and RP.
RP lost his rear wheel, early in the first lap of the first race. Spokes were going "Ka-Plink"... Tough luck... but in Champion form, only blamed himself for not going over the bike better. He stated the wheel had a few rides on it without issue, but the great traction at the G/P was too much for it. He was swapping parts around when I left, getting ready for his next event. I'm sure RP kicked ass in that one!
Solid said he had a great time. I didnt see him on the course..... Their were 3 loooooong straights.... I mean LONG!. Solid said he was on the rev-limiter in 5th. On his 650, thats over 100mph!!! Hang on brother!
I didnt see Arley either. He's a solid rider, and I'm sure he passed his fair share ...
Brit looked good in his "Pre-Race" ritual..... Smoke in one hand, Beer in the other... Looking hung over from the night before... I heard he got a flat front, but dont know on what lap. He's easily the most improved rider on the board in the last 12 months, and he was really looking foreword to doing well at the G/P... Tough luck.....
Mavrick was quiet before, and after the race..... I have NFI how he did.
Pecker was looking foreword to two things.... the race itself, and the reunion with his beloved Jager afterwords. This must have been some motivation, as I think he rode a great race! I hope the results reflect this spirited ride!!
As for me? For all my life I keep hearing of the famed Adelanto G/P, and the much feared " Mud Hole Jump". Well, I went where angels fear to tread, and hit that fucker. Theirs a big berm you come off, down a short chute, right into the jump. Grandstands right there, for the fans to witness the carnage.
So, I come out of the berm, and the flag man is pointing to the left, to the " chicken trail".... Fuck that. I shake me head, and gas it! Stoffers voice inside my helmet says.... "Go Big, or go the fuck home!!!" As I near the ramp, a debate occurs in my brain that I'm taking advice from someone who wadds it up from time to time... Oh Shit, time to jump. Stoffers "Go Big" advice turns into " Go Medium" in reality. No sweat I think, I'll just plop down into the mud, and ride out.... No way!
This mud hole swallows me up like Jay Lewis downing Mi Tais...... gone.
This mud hole, is more like a mud pit.
I think I went over the handlebars, Pecker says there is a photo already posted of me coming down with my front wheel low, and kinda' crossed. Maybe I was going for style points?
Regardless, I eat it pretty good. I dont remember exactly what he said, but the announcer was saying something about that being..." one hell of a crash, and lets give him a round of applause! The crowd in the bleachers roars to life as I'm picking up the pieces. The guy with the job of pulling dead riders out of the mud is pulling my bike off the course, I'm pulling it back on...... I still have a race to ride!!! He's shaking his head... no way. I jerk my bike from him, two kicks.... I'm off.
As I make my way around for the 2nd lap, I'm riding quite slow. It feels like a 2x4 is between my shoulder and my chest protector. Maybe a rock got in there? Maybe the bone is sticking out? I'll check it out later.
As I come around the 2nd lap, people are cheering, as its quite appearant that I was a unsucessful in my meeting with the mud. The fans at the G/P are quite cool, and thanks for all the support.
So I finish the 2nd lap, and the race. Everyone at the mud jump looks quite surprized to see me back again. The announcer remembers me, gets the crowd going again...... tells everyone the get their cameras ready. The same corner worker waves me down the "Chicken Path".... I accept it this time. You know what? I should have done that jump again. The Chicken path was BRUTAL, and my shoulder is now killing me. I try to raise my hand to the crowd, no way... the pain is starting to get pretty real.
I pull into the pits, and everyone looks concerned. Eddie Cepek's mom looks at me like this....
I guess I was quite a sight. Long story short, Dr. Pecker gets 80 oz. of King Kobra in me... STAT.
Brit snappes a few photos, I'm sure he will post them up.
Some one helped me off with my gear, and a quick inspection reveals nothing poking out, but there is a curious lump of where there shouldnt be one.
RP comes over for a look. This is a Pro Hillclimber , World Champion to boot, and the worst injury I think he ever had was a dislocated pinky finger. He looks at me, half grinning, half "nice going dumbass..". He says " I'd have that looked at..." with a big grin on his face. I tell him of Stoffers advice... he grins more.
I watch my kid race ( He and Eddie) had a great time.... Solid loads my truck, and were off the the hosipital.... right? Wrong!
I have to get my ass over to Little League opening day, and I have a game at 3pm.
More K/K, some left over morphine from my broken leg at Evans Flats.... and I'm at the Fields. I felt like Coach Boilermaker from the Bad News Bears movie.
I'm going the the doctors right after I post this to see what they say, I'll let you know.
Ive been asked several times.... "Was it worth it?" HELL YA! I was the only one from the group stupid enough to hit it.
I did it for me, and all you Banned Members who couldnt be there...
I went to the Adelanto G/P to ride it....
all of it.
Oh yea.... Stoffers.... Great advice....
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