Lawdy lawd, where do I begin? I’ve got the memory of an elephant—that’s been mortally wounded and had it’s tusks poached—so it’s not like I can actually remember many specifics about round 2…or 3 or 4 or hell, even round 7, just a few days ago.
This kid is a beast. He’s my girlfriend, Kinsy’s kid. He’s raced 4 rounds of MiniMotoUSA so far this year, and I just wanted to post up a few pictures showing off how damned adorable and awesome he is motor-scootin around on his little 50 and his pocketbike. He podiums every round racing against some kids twice his age.
There was a bit of a SNAFU last Monday, as I had been asked to come shoot the private day…turns out, Dito from GotBlueMilk had also been asked a few months prior…long story short, a bit of miscommunication led to Dito shooting the day, and the organizers offering to let me ride.
What’s changed? Well…nothing, really…I’m still the same ol’ schmuck I was before. White Kevin, aZn Kevin, Toe, Matt, Max…all the same goobers as before… :) I guess the venue has changed. No longer are the days of Z2 or Precision Trackdays…no more drama, no more whining, complaining, and pissing, and moaning (anyone catch that song reference?).
I want to thank all of you for a good run though. Regardless of the outcome, all of you have been what’s made the last few years of my life some of the best years of my life. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.
I can tell you that the last few months have been pretty hectic. Lots of personal stuff going on and all that riff-raff…but aside from the personal stuff, I have been getting around a bit… here’s some pics of the last few months of my life, in no particular order. Enjoy.
So as the day ended, we watched everyone pack up and leave. I came up to the track with two beautiful bikes in the bed of my truck, and now I was leaving with two beat, trashed, and battered bikes. The bikes looked like snicker doodles after rolling around in the Nevada dirt, and my truck was caked as well from my 4wd adventures in the morning. My bank account was hundreds of dollars lighter. A few friends crashed but were ok. I learned a ton about racing and about myself. I had to be at work the next day at 7am. As I arrived at work the next day, I was asked the usual question,
“What did you do this weekend?”
“Did you win?”
After a long pause, I responded, “….ya” with a smile.
A little over a year ago, I wrote a blog entitled “Electric Bikes: This is it?” It was about my dismay at the progress being made and all the hoopla that seemed to be surrounding the electric bike market. Lots of talk, very little awesomeness.
I pinned the bike, bouncing it off it’s rev limiter and yelled the only thing I could think of at the top of my lungs, “F****************CK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU BEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!!!!!” hoping that would scare it.