So this hepened this morning....

Switch backs are a funny thing. It reminds me of Arnold's opening scene in Commando.

All systems go for take off. Please return your stewardess to her original up right position.

The Colorado pit at Dirt Quake USA.

I am still hashing memories of the trip to Castle Rock. A gathering of some of my best friends and that was a lot of travel because most of my best friends are from far away places like England and fucking Kansas. There were many trophies, empty bottles and new friends made. A quality gathering indeed! When something new happens people do not know what to expect and when the correct energies get together it is something special and rare. I hope it happens again!

The Beast

Just another dumpster bike turned race bike. I think I and other people often over look the fact that a old heap in near stock condition can make a great flattracker. besides the high output mods made to the engine this bike is really very stock. Taller shocks, fork spring preload spacers (11/16 sockets), a front wheel on the back, some bars, and a tank and seat. Bob is your mother fucking uncle! That said, the last time I raced it, she scared the shit out of me. big time. I think it may be time to look into that brass bushing swing arm mod. or a new swing arm. OR.... a Co-Built frame!!!

up in the sky- its a bird, its a plane, no its... sv650

A bit of a different video from Dirt Quake usa

Fireworks

The Co-Built Ti sparky hot shoe.

2 weeks and counting...

Weed is legal in Washington too!

I survived another Dirt Quake! Chopper speedway is hairy in more ways than one. Cowboy and I made the 20+ hour drive to Castle Rock Washington with minor difficulty and major whiskey consumption. I raced my XS Saturday night in the local club race and won the vintage twins class. 4th in 30+. The Vicious Cycles played in the pits amongst free beer. Sunday was a true spectacle of inappropriate speedway shenanigans. sidehacks, bikini tops, anything and everything, and so many huge smiles! Every time I pulled the old triumph chopper off the track we had to bailing wire, zip ty, duct tape or bungee chord something back on. In the main I rode as hard as I thought possible on the shit box of whitworth bolts. A fellow behind me folded his forks and had a fantastic low side. With a few laps to go I noticed my fuel tank dangling by the fuel line beside me, I snatched it up and tried to hold it on with my knees. Second place caught me on the last lap. We locked bars in 3 and 4, I had my inside peg plowing up dirt like crazy. It was insane! Ended up getting passed but by mistake was given 1st. I swapped trophies with the dude and told him how sick he was. Sick indeed. Just plain fucking retarded we are to do such a thing. I loved it!

That was fun.

Thats me out in front in the chopper class. (in front of the epic low side)

flattrack is cool