MXT // 201607251250L SPR
First thing morning guy goes whizzing by on a oil-smoke hacking loogy-hocking 2-stroker, race-fuel gas can resting on cargo-shorted seemingly inflammable thigh. Cigarette dangle from his mouth. Looks like a misplaced Crip or Blood, straight outta Compton and mistakenly witness-protection-programmed to the wilds of wonderful West Virginia. Tattoos all over un-shirted torso, black-hair ponytail & goatee like the bassist from Los Lobos.
Comment from peanut gallery:
“Next thing you know they’ll be running with scissors.”
“Vehicle-borne IED”
Rick:
start w your head moving out.
Shen:
The Hook, 2nd last tar snake for turn-in downhill
The Corkscrew, “a little too early”, but I waited til too late compared to Rick’s line when we did it together later.
#410, #719
I went found their pit at session-end, followed ’em home. Took off my helmet hearing-pro, mouthguard & gloves, strode over w my mirrored Oakleys back on
<< Who’s four-ten? !!! >>
” I am.”
<< you passed me up there on Big Bend. Good thing you were on the outside otherwise we’d have a bigger problem! >>
” he’s riding in the wrong group. ”
<< I don’t give a fuck. >>
” you have a problem w getting passed in the straights, go talk to management.”
<< I came to you as a courtesy man-to-man. not next time. >>
Pitmate Glen: “you had great lines. I enjoyed riding behind you. Then you smoke-passed that litre-bike and you were gone.”
Pitted in accidentally w Mark Dickerson, “Dickey”, Paul Newman blue-eyes, mebbe even more fierce, scary, penetrating, piercing.
Main:
WXM Higgs:
Brake. Brake. Brake. You’ll be going so slow you can write a letter home.
left. Right. Right. Wrong. Black. White. On. Off. It is or it isn’t.
Keep it simple, [ engine braking is incidental, comes along ]
“Don’t be at your wit’s end at turn-in”
“Your bike likes me more than it likes you.”
“You caught me with my pants down, and I know what kind of doctor you are. ”
I never saw Brucie speak to someone the way he did to:
— Ranger X
—– cuz he chopped the throttle at a yellow flag. Bruce rode up to our pit, helmet off started off forcefully w Ranger. Coaching? A reprimandatory aspect to his body language
”
if it had been any other person they would have hit you.
”
— Jackie Kay, spoke to her almost like a teacher like she had messed up on a test why’d you do it that way. Took her in hand.
Feedback fr Cowboy Chris:
”
I’m messing with you more today — because I have confidence in you. You’re not gonna do something stupid.
”
better today on turn #6, #7 at the look-thru
Gooch:
feedback on ISO forkset w upper complete triple-fork
TWS
How the Hays Rangers horses > $100. Shoot from horseback. Rangers trained whipped into shape by 23yo ex-surveyor.
We have to start to behave like our enemies. Night LandNav. Swim across rivers beside horses.
Timoteo had learned about, studied the Texas Rangers after his time in captivity / torture w Los Regulares. Taught the anti-horseman Rick Siegel how to ride, rope, shoot, sing, slit, terrain associate.
At the track. Everybody’s found. Trepidation. Fear. Panic. Yep. Natural. They all take their turns.
Do we question Jackie’s judgement, that of her pastor? Why the loss the daughter? Why the volatile unstable quick-jawed American Boxerdog goes everywhere w her? And, then there’s the homeowners insurance riders.
Cool that Jackie Kay, Rick’s wife, did remember Nickee. Recalled her broken-twisted up car-ram, train-wreck ribs. Proof she really actually does remember Nickee.
Backdrop to this race weekend:
Just met the 2 Arabs, Sultan n Isis. Sully n Sisi.
Ev observing J’s growing confidence. How the coaches react to me. They all really like you. You seek them out. You’re teachable. You have no ego. Not a punk-ass kid.
Cowboy Chris
I don’t trust many people. I trust you. John Humphries. Noah H. Wheelie Mike.
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