Why would I want to move out of the mountains and onto the front range? Duh!- because I got friends out here, friends with 80ft wide banked 3/8 oval practice tracks! This is how I spent my first day as a front range resident,
As I am trying to start packing up my shop and put together a plan for how to move it all and where to put it and how to start Newbold's Motorbike shop I become sidetracked and fab up an XS650 front end on the ol 93 kx250, something that has been running through my brain while I try to go to sleep for a while now. I put it on with some easy bearing race shiming and I will be a retarded monkey's uncle if the next 747 bike build has not takin a raging stance into a world of slideways, physcodelic, gnar shredding, pumpkin fucking, throttle cable stretching, unemployed, beer infused, puke coverd, lime green with purple stickers swellness.
Well... I drove sixteen hours and got to the beautiful Knoxville 1/2 mile track 20 minutes before practice started. I somehow got talked into entering the pro twins class and somehow qualified via the last available position. When I pulled off the track I saw the FTWCO van and knew the remainder of the evening would be checkers or wreckers. I forgot to bring water to the track but luckily I had some local IPA brew and despite not eating hardly all day and having one helluva mean head cold, I had the flattrack race of my short slideways career and battled out a 10th and made my first money racing ovals. Super stoked.
Getting to finally meet the FTW crew was gruesomely awesome! I After the race I followed the fellas to the near by Kung Fu Tap and Taco. Van-brigade. Many shots of different booze, Tacos, barf, party into the the hours of a 24 hour day for me. Pics on the Church blog are proof. I camped in the parking lot for the next two days, Watched my first GNC and cheered on fellow FTW racers Colin Hickman and the king John at a local hairscramble held on a beautiful but dusty track.
Needles to say I did not get over my head cold and opted to ditch out on driving all the way to Spingfield. With many new friends and a wad of cash for selling my lil Champion tracker I decided to drive home. I did not make it 40 miles before I had to pull over and get some bloody fucking sleep!
Thanks to all that , helped, encureged, fed, and boozed me along the trip!
Loading up the yamaha twin to head out tomorrow to the 1/2 mile vintage races in knoxville. The GNC will be the following night and I have never seen the big dogs play. The following weekend is Springfield, Amature short track followed by the GNC mile. What kind of unemployed racer would miss out on all this fun? Looks like Tommy's Triumph Shop is going to have some company during the midweek, I will bring a fence post pounder so we can un crush that airstream camper. Fuck parking under big trees! Yes I am looking for work!