So no s--- there I am at the starting line, rain pouring down waiting for the flag to drop. The flag finally drops and though I was waiting for it, it seemed to have come from no where. I push the button to start the motor (thanks for the e-start husky!). Click down into first, pop the clutch, mud spraying the second row. Somehow I manage to be the second rider to turn one. Immediately following the first right hander the guy in first goes down and pretty much seperate a the field for me. Not wanting to give up any time I come in to hot in the next turn with the back tire wrapping around the front I try to regain traction and finally do. I look back and no one's around me...
After that I woke up and immediately jumped in my truck to go pick up a rental TXC from Big D Motorsports. I pick it up all is good and then drive to my first race (corcs.net). I arrive late, as I have to every event since I've been married (if you read this honey, I'm sorry
). It was a perfect day to race, the weather was perfect, I had my cheerleader with me, and was fortunate to be on amazing bike I can't quite afford right now lol.
I pull the bike off the truck and immediately scramble to find where to register while my wife was putting the numbers on the bike. As usual I was paranoid for nothing, We still had plenty of time. I found Big D and set up the bike and folding chair near his camp. That's when I saw some riders from this forum which I'll leave for them to introduce themselves. Really the best group of people I could hope to hang around with. I think Big D had said there were 10 or 12 Huskies at this round and if I remember right there were only 4 at round 1 when I watched it.
I pulled up for the parade lap and the adrenaline was gone, my nerves kicked in real quick. Thankfully I managed to get myself together because throwing up in my helmet would have been a bad way to start. The parade lap confirmed everything I was afraid of. Big inclines with steep declines made me ride like I was 4 years old again. I don't mean to brag but when I was 4 and learning how to ride it was back in the day when men were me and kids didn't have training wheels lol. The parade lap was cut short because I checked on a guy pulled over. He had a brand new KTM and the throttle cable broke. KTM bashing aside, I felt bad for him. I return to the pit to top off and I was seemingly the last rider back in, not a great start. As I pull up Big D handed me my fuel can. He tried to help me refuel but I grabbed it and then poured gas all over my leg as I talked to him. Of course I did that in front of the best dealer I know and the guy that let this meathead rent one of his bikes for the race lol.
At the starting line the flag dropped and I let everyone roll out. I really didn't care to bang bars. This pretty much summed up my whole race. I never felt really felt motivated and pulled over and let everyone pass me. I'm still not really sure what happened. I really don't quit at anything and am typically really competitive. Ive raced to a of people and typically do well. I'll be honest though, this was my first actual race because everyone I've ever ridden with didn't know we were racing lol.
It really was the coolest day of my life even though I never got into it that day. I hung out with great people, made new friends, had an awesome bike, and even passed a checkered flag. I still check the results from time to time just, not because I was impressed by the results but instead to see my name there
. I've talked about racing my whole life and for one reason or another, I never did it. Now I'm only 27 but I still wish I did this 10 years ago. All that time dreaming when I could have just been gaining experience. I need to check the results later but the only people I beat were DNF's lol.
If you have the means to and the thought of racing has been lingering in your head, get out and do it immediately. Trail riding doesn't even sounds fun anymore other than to practice
. Take it from a guy that finished last, it is the experience of a lifetime. Now in officially at "Race More" rather than "Ride More".
The following picture was taken of me by my friends wife. It's an amazing quality photo that is really misleading and that's why it's my favorite lol. I don't mean to brag but I held them off in the straight until the next turn lol
This is one of the hills that scared the crap out of me. When we pulled up my wife looked at me and said, " are you going to be ok with that?" She's so heartless at time but I still love her lol

After that I woke up and immediately jumped in my truck to go pick up a rental TXC from Big D Motorsports. I pick it up all is good and then drive to my first race (corcs.net). I arrive late, as I have to every event since I've been married (if you read this honey, I'm sorry

I pull the bike off the truck and immediately scramble to find where to register while my wife was putting the numbers on the bike. As usual I was paranoid for nothing, We still had plenty of time. I found Big D and set up the bike and folding chair near his camp. That's when I saw some riders from this forum which I'll leave for them to introduce themselves. Really the best group of people I could hope to hang around with. I think Big D had said there were 10 or 12 Huskies at this round and if I remember right there were only 4 at round 1 when I watched it.
I pulled up for the parade lap and the adrenaline was gone, my nerves kicked in real quick. Thankfully I managed to get myself together because throwing up in my helmet would have been a bad way to start. The parade lap confirmed everything I was afraid of. Big inclines with steep declines made me ride like I was 4 years old again. I don't mean to brag but when I was 4 and learning how to ride it was back in the day when men were me and kids didn't have training wheels lol. The parade lap was cut short because I checked on a guy pulled over. He had a brand new KTM and the throttle cable broke. KTM bashing aside, I felt bad for him. I return to the pit to top off and I was seemingly the last rider back in, not a great start. As I pull up Big D handed me my fuel can. He tried to help me refuel but I grabbed it and then poured gas all over my leg as I talked to him. Of course I did that in front of the best dealer I know and the guy that let this meathead rent one of his bikes for the race lol.
At the starting line the flag dropped and I let everyone roll out. I really didn't care to bang bars. This pretty much summed up my whole race. I never felt really felt motivated and pulled over and let everyone pass me. I'm still not really sure what happened. I really don't quit at anything and am typically really competitive. Ive raced to a of people and typically do well. I'll be honest though, this was my first actual race because everyone I've ever ridden with didn't know we were racing lol.
It really was the coolest day of my life even though I never got into it that day. I hung out with great people, made new friends, had an awesome bike, and even passed a checkered flag. I still check the results from time to time just, not because I was impressed by the results but instead to see my name there

If you have the means to and the thought of racing has been lingering in your head, get out and do it immediately. Trail riding doesn't even sounds fun anymore other than to practice

The following picture was taken of me by my friends wife. It's an amazing quality photo that is really misleading and that's why it's my favorite lol. I don't mean to brag but I held them off in the straight until the next turn lol

This is one of the hills that scared the crap out of me. When we pulled up my wife looked at me and said, " are you going to be ok with that?" She's so heartless at time but I still love her lol
