So Max had his first race under his belt. I was both excited and nervous about joining him, having never been on a dirtbike of any kind ever...in my life...ever. Despite the abuse he had subjected himself to at Hardrock, Max was really, truly hooked. With his pushing, I managed to get my bike done and we started poking around the woods near St. Augustine. Which leads us to the next pic. See if you can spot the two bikes in the photo which are completely unsuited to Cross Country racing
As expected, I was horrified by riding off of roads. But it was fun, too damned much fun. Looking back now its amazing how wrong the bikes were for what we were planning to do. They were geared, umm, creatively. Among other eccentricities, mine had a standard full width iron front hub laced to a steel 19" rim. Max's seat cover was sewn up from a flannel shirt he had lying around. Mine was painted with high dollar bass boat purple metalic rattle cans. Max's was painted with truck bedliner black on the tank with a stenciled star to make it go faster. He dubbed mine the AJS Stomper, his was Smokey Bacon.
I mean damn, look at how happy this man is to have his bike stuck up to its axle in the mud. Photos just like this were quickly to become a common thing. How could you not want to be out there?
And just look at this comfy seat. Plywood, 1/2" rubber padding, and some craft store pleather...who wouldn't want to sit on there for a few hours and peen their bunghole shut!
But the clock was ticking and our next race, my first, was approaching.
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