I'm not a huge motorsport fan. I mean, I suppose I would be if I didn't have to just sit there doing nothing for such long periods of time between races. Supercross doesn't seem to suffer from that problem, as as soon as the last bike in a race crosses the finish jump, the next race is off and running. Sometimes they don't even wait for the last bike to come off the track.
The normal classes, the B and C classes, were pretty cool to watch. The Cs tended to have the most wipeouts. The Bs were a little smoother. The A class though? They're the pros, and those guys are fucking nuts, yet still smooth as could be. Very few crashes, lots of spectacular jumps. There were even a couple of them that could come off the last corner, still be rounding the corner, take the highest jump on the track at near full speed and go twenty five feet up in the air and come down right on the line of the track on the other side.
My favorite races of the entire thing though? The peewees. There were several different class of peewee races. The powerhouse 60cc peewees for seven to ten were pretty raucous. But the really amazing ones were the under seven riders on the little bitty bikes that sounded like they ran weed whacker engines. Little tiny things with wheels about six inches straight across. Most of those kids ran the track pretty good, but there were two of them that looked like they were pros already. They had the stances down, the grips down, and were getting "big air" on the biggest jump on the track of almost a foot and a half. The winner of the peewee finals even took that finish jump and did a kickout on it. That's pure rawk right there, no matter how you slice it.
The "vet" riders were fun to watch. Have to be over thirty years old to qualify as a "vet." Those guys would ride the track like the pros the first time around, and then get slower each time, their bodies just not able to take the abuse anymore. By the time they finished a race, they'd be going as slow as some of the C classers. But hey, they were still out three rawking it, and that's cool.
Then the open A, which is basically pro riders allowed to ride any bike they think will work on the track. That's where it went crazy. Guys sticking landings off the big jump, guys tangling in the corners and causing big pileups, just pure insanity start to finish.
There was a kid that, in the first or second race of the night, came down wrong off a jump and had his bike land on his leg. Broken leg. He left, got casted, and came back to watch the rest of the races.
Worst wreck of the night went to two guys deciding to do an over-under pass on the double-double and somehow tangling bars to the point they actually flipped over each other. One walked away, one had to be taken off the track by the paramedics.
Stupidest crash was a kid waving to his buddies in the stands and then wiping it right in the corner, taking half a dozen other guys with him. Smooth.
If you like watching people act crazy, get yourself to a Supercross event. Those guys are nuts, but at least they've found a good way to utilize their insanity.
My understanding was the top rider of the night got five grand. That wouldn't be bad for a single night's work really. I'm still glad I never did motorcross when I had the chance as a teen. That just looks like it would beat the crap out of your body even if you stayed upright the entire time.
Good filthy American fun. And I got shot right in the chest with the t-shirt launcher. Tossed the shirt to the kid sitting in front of me 'cause I'm sure it wouldn't have fit me anyway, but it was all good fun. Would do again.
Outside of that Saturday was just busy, busy, busy and Sunday was a resting day because we both felt completely wiped out. I spent a few hours doing some of the MSF exercises with my motorcycle in the parking lot at work, we shopped for bike gear, Mrs. NFB got her first tooling around ride in the parking area and the little non-public road beside it, we cleaned the house, and generally pooped ourselves out before heading to the Supercross.
Sunday was pretty much just XBox playing and futzing around with stuff in the house.
Next weekend? We build a lean-to for the bike to rest under when it's not being ridden during the warm months.
That's it. Outz.
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