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Happy Mothers day to all of our moms! God bless them. I had a great day with big Sally today, she gave me a hug and a kiss and said ***** this may be the last one of these. I said Mom don't bet on it, you are still on the pipe girl! She has made a jillion MX race's with me, my Sons,and grandsons since 1975 but my favorite was a day in 1976 at the "boulder ridge runners" Lafeyette Colorado track. Me and my next door neighbor bro John (still a bro) rolled in like bosses in his parents Dodge hippy van. He had his new FMF red rocket and I had a bus pass to the holeshot with my new YZ125C, We also had 78 riders in the SRAC 125 novice class, qualifiers, semis the whole bit for one 30 minute main. I had noticed very early that our moms were enjoying some wine X 10 in the pits, by the main event whatever. Gate drops 40 riders WFO I pulled a nice start, the dust that day was thick as butter. Half way around the first lap I came out of a corner to see my mom in the middle of the track with a fist in the air screaming kick ass ***** as the 37 bikes behind her dodged her till she ran off of the track!
So we were at a track built inside a 1/4 mile stock car track. I was racing 80s at the time and in my first Moto I blew the berm coming into the start straight, bounced off the flag pole and went head on with a t-post. I got up, made the best of the Moto and went back to the pits pretty bummed and down. Of course my mom was full of kind words trying to get my spirits up! Now my mom from day one has been a moto mom who's stomach is in knots and watches through closed fingers to this day lol!
Moto 2 I get an awesome jump and I lead the pack through turn 1. I rode smart and was finally on my way to my first Moto win. As I round the 2nd to last corner my dad is pointing at his head telling me to be smart, just past him my mom is jumping and yelling like crazy telling me to go! It's an image I'll never forget and honestly I almost fell off my bike laughing! Needless to say she beat me back to the pits and was giving hugs before I could even take my goggles off! To this day 15 years later she has only missed maybe 5 races! Happy Mother's Day mom!
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She could also be heard over 30 screaming 125's when she was cheering us on, my mates even used to comment on that.
Unfortunately she passed away 1st of october 2013 from cancer but some of the best memories I have of my Mum are at the moto track. She gave up a lot so we could pursue our sport but I am sure she loved every minute of it too
Its not like they dont want you looking otherwise they wouldnt be flaunting it.
Saddleback Park 1975 CMC MX,
Just before the start of the first moto, my Dad shows up with my Grandma (Nana). I give her a kiss and head to the starting line,
my Dad leaves her at the truck and goes to the infield to watch. I get a good start and I'm dicing for the lead, we go past the scoring tower jump, down the straight away and down the drop where the entrance to the infield is. As I go over the drop side by side with the guy I see Nana standing in the middle of the track! Somehow we managed to miss her and as I come around, my Dad is at the corner before Webco hill, I'm shaking my fist and pointing over to the drop off but he has no idea why. As i came around on the next lap expecting the worse, somehow, a full field of 250 intermediates managed to miss her. After the race I wanted to punch my Dad, but he had no clue why I was so pissed!
The following week at the riders meeting, Stu Peters made a serious point about not crossing the track and the incident with Nana. I kept my mouth shut. RIP Nana, Dad and Mom!
One of the 125 Novices had a mom who came to every race, swept gates, cheered everybody... the whole 9 yards. Cool lady, too. She had a toy hauler that she towed behind her truck and we all pitted out of that. On this particular day, she parked it right behind the starting gate at Perris.
Now, if all that wasn't cool enough, near the end of the day she started baking. I came off the track after my 2nd moto, tossed my bike on the stand, and instantly smelled chocolate chip cookies. Unreal! Everyone in the pits wished they had her for a mom that day!
Thanks mom!
Pit Row
Told this one before. One of only two times she ever went to the track was after I had taken delivery on the first 74 CR125M in North Texas (nother story). I was moving up in class from 100s and racing a bike I'd had about 2 hours of seat time on. Nervous as crap. She came to the race because she knew how important it was to me, but she hated my racing. It was full gate. Here I was astride "the" curiosity. Everybody looking and commenting and asking about it. Scared shitless. Rubber band start. And I nail it and pull a great holeshot. Can't believe it. As I hit the first turn - BWAH, BWAH, BWAH - it dies. WTF?!? CRAP. Forgot to turn the GAS ON! The entire pack is by me and gone. Figure it out, get it refired and take off. Rode like a wild man. Picking em off 2 or 3 at a time. Felt like the entire Honda Corporation was on my shoulders. After a few laps of mad-dashing I pass a guy, start looking around and I can't see anyone else in front of me. Finish up that way. Thought I'd won. Turned out the top 2 had checked out so I *only* got 3rd out of 28. I get back to the pit all pumped up. Mom's in the car.
Me: "Did you SEE that?".
Her: "Is it over?"
She couldn't bear to watch.
That was the last time she ventured out there. Proud as hell, but she just couldn't take it.
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