They used to call that the beehive. If you never got to survive that it's a shame. So much fun.
I learned old-school....some prick was cutting your corners you'd dab his shift lever with your toe and stall him. I always walked the track weeds before 1st moto to see where I could send a guy without him hitting rocks or a ditch. My game-face was never a joke....nobody talked to me much on race day.
I learned the brake or shift lever trick my first race after moving up from amateur. Bike bogged and I realize the guy next to me is pushing my foot down on the brake.
I didn't like talking before a race either. Preferred to just be alone.
Tell me your best worst story racing. The competition is pretty blunt but I had a few great sportsmanship moments as well.
We had a two day grand prix one weekend. The first day we ran the track counter clock wise, the second we ran it clock wise. I did well the first day, all good I think I got second which kinda pissed me off. So Sunday rolls around and we line up for the qualifier we're assigned to.
The gate drops and I had a great start. Holeshot by at least a bike length. I go into the first turn and suddenly on my left side this ******* Honda hit's me. He not only smashes my knee but he takes out my radiator. The water and steam are everywhere I'm pretty much wrecked and done. He's fucked too so as I'm walking the bike back to the truck he's walking his saying he's sorry he forgot we switched directions and how it was all his fault. I was nice and told him shit happens it's fine.
Next thing I know I'm at my truck and this guy his old man and his brother show up at my truck with a radiator, a shroud and some fluid. They jump on my bike and I'm like WTF? I'm undressing getting ready to go home and they are throwing this radiator on my bike, appologizing profusely and I'm thinking holy hell stop appologizing it was just a **** up. But they got me fixed up and ready for the LCQ. Which I won and moved to the main and came in second again. Some Nebraska ******* guy.
Anyway after it was all done they give me the parts, called it square and we all chilled out for a while. It was pretty cool. Turns out he had a younger brother riding a KX in the beginner class so he was done for the day and they give me their parts off of his bike. Made for a good day and a great memory. I'm sure they spent a good portion on Monday to get a new radiator but I was all fixed up.
