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Rupert X Ruport: Indianapolis SX

I can’t tell you exactly how long I’ve been attending the Indianapolis round of this traveling Supercross circus – I’m guesstimating twenty years at least, or however long they’ve been performing there. WE used to go to the magical RCA Dome, before they turned that monstrous concrete tent down, rumor was the Indy Colts wanted a fancier home, so the Lucas Oils facility was constructed a few years back and, then, Peyton left for the Denver Broncos, anyhow…

I’ve been to this event when it’s an MX T-shirt, sixty-five Fahrenheit day and, I’ve been here through blowing ice chunks and trash-cans rolling down the mean streets. I’ve been to sucky after-parties at every fancy joint downtown, I’ve visited the Slippery Noodle, the Red Garter, the White Castle, Elmo’s, P.F Changs, every brewery and any nightspot worth sliding into and I always have a damn good time in this Speedway City. I’ve even attended a couple cultural locales and sniffed my way into some historical environments, this was during my “sophisticated period,” which lasted nearly half a year, by jove…

Briefly visited with Cody Gilmore in the pits, I’m extremely fond of this fine young man, not just for his wonderful spirit and his will to overcome the awful crap that life throws you, but his inspirational love of our wacky sport and his willingness to never, ever quit. Oh yeah, he was in that 450 Main. Hells yeah. #374.

I’ve got to find a new entourage, the three lame ass dudes that accompanied me gave up early in the party department, which surely tweaked my haphazardness into raphazardness and, I became cranky and, well, rather huffy.

Cool to see my old buddy DOUG changing tires Pirelli style in the pits.

I’ve noticed that Andrew Short is ALWAYS happy. Always.

As a fan, it does disappoint that they let the crowds in as the first 250 practices are underway, give us an extra 30 minutes to get in, please ? Open the gates at 11:30, let the villagers rejoice. Made me snicker in the luscious foam of my $8.75 beer at Indy, when I heard my colleagues complain of the price$. “I’ve bought beer at West Coast stadiums for 10-12 bucks!,” I bragged…

The retired Kevin Windham is really, really, talented at both this announcing and transfer business. I wanna be Kevin Windham.

Yeah that track was as tough as she comes. Wet, slow, rutted, a wall…. ‘ Twas Endurocrossy. Yet without logs, water or Christini AWD’s…

My hotel had Mr. and Mrs. Windham, the Yoshimura Suzuki crew including #7, sketchy parking, free greasy breakfast and medium speed WI-FI.

My complaint? Elevator often full of common goons wanting to stare at my fruity red camera and make rude remarks whilst snarling…

Between practices and the races, pretty much everyone went down at some point. Crash city.

These SX halftime shows are just, well, pathetic. Give us some freestyle MX, dwarves on sidecars, models wrasslin’, rock n’ roll, pie-eating, human cannibalism, anything…

A whole lot less 450s trying to get in the night show than the 250s. And, who is this Schmitt dude? He’s a badass.

Not many Suzuki 250s at all.

The info board on the finish line is a terrific addition. Information!

At San Diego I could hear the announcers throughout the show, at Indy I could not. I don’t know if it’s different acoustics, sound equipment or the fluid in my ears, but I’d like to hear the announcers.

At Indy, more than any other spot, privateers run those “ANKLE-SAVER” long ass footpegs. They just do.

Scary how eloquent and articulate Adam Cianciarulo is for his age, missing regular school hasn’t hurt this kid none…

#800 went and beat the world’s best in heat race one at Indy, still an amazing rider, despite the previous nonsense…Rumors ? Kenny testing yellow bikes and Rockstar on Huskys next year. Husqvarna? Yeah, them.

That’s all I have time for, I have an El Camino to restore. Cheers, Moto Freaks…
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