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This is the guy that took performance enhancing drugs to run a marathon, as an amatuer...
And more importantly, he also wanted to ban motorcycles from dirt roads in Colorado, so that when he came here from Texas once every 10 years to hike here - he didn't want to hear a motorcycle!!!!
What a piece of garbage WHknuckle is! Just so everyone knows... This is a guy that should never be welcome here.
Over the winter they have a pretty big arenacross series and they run a hand guard glass for us woods guys to make ourselves look stupid. I've raced it the last two years and always enter a normal 250 class too for extra track time. It was funny as hell when we were waiting for our practice to start and one of the kids asked how old I was and I said 39 and he about fainted haha! I remember when I used to think that was old..
Also, as you know, being an ass IS NOT a rarity.
Jody’s a great person who bleeds motocross and is good for our sport. Thank you for posting his “masterpiece”!
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Anyway, Jody's Fathers day tribute is still one of the best things I've ever read by Jody and/or about Moto. Any of the plentiful "Jody-haters" out there would do themselves a favor be reading that. May come away with a new perspective on Jody " one more tooth" Weisel.
I never miss an opportunity to agitate the Jody haters. Grew up on MXA, MiniCycle Action, Cycle News, and the pinnacle of moto-journalism, the Cycle Haven Newsletter. Jody is an enigma and is pretty much 'core' in my book. He will bitch you out in the pits for some real or imagined transgression-----and then later clean your pad at the starting line with an encouraging thumbs up----all in the same day.... 😐😄
Current and future generations must have access to classics like those mentioned as well as others like "chicken bones ruined my dog" and so many more.
I would gladly pay a premium for a collection of them.
Jodys father
I used to take these anti-MXA/Jody posts seriously but I can’t anymore.
Once you figure out it’s just petty jealousy everything changes. 😎
When my father died I wrote a column that people have told me had a significant effect on their lives. All these years later I still get emails from riders who say it had an powerful impact on them. They always request that I rerun it. Here it is.
I have to say that my father never saw me race. He passed away many years ago, and like most sons I have tried to evaluate every aspect of my relationship with him. This self-examination is partially motivated by guilt about not having been a better son, and by reminiscences about the good times we had. No matter how you compute the quotient of human interaction, a son always comes up wanting in his relationship to his father. I can’t remember a time in my family when we didn’t have motorcycles. As a child my father used to put me on the tank of his Indian and go roaring down back roads. You’d think with an upbringing like that, my father and I would have shared motorcycles and motorcycle racing. We didn’t. Somewhere between putting a five-year-old Jody on his gas tank and an adult Jody choosing to race motorcycles for a living, my father and I drifted apart. Maybe it was the long hair of the ’70s. Maybe it was the college radicalism. Maybe it was all the Christmases I failed to come home for. Maybe it was because I gave up the career in baseball he had so studiously trained me for. Maybe it’s because I went surfing in far off places instead of staying home. Maybe it was because I wanted to put the state of Texas far behind me. Or maybe it was because we were so much alike that neither of us could bear to look at our own respective pasts and futures. Maybe. Maybe. I’ll never know.
My father never saw me race, and that is phenomenal when you consider how many years, tracks, events, motos, machines and countries I have raced in. My father never asked how I did, and I never told him. Now, he’s gone these many years and all I remember is that I never asked him if he wanted to go to the races with me. Lots of people go through life the way my father and I did — short talks on the phone, promises to come home for the holidays and occasional cards. I never thought much about the family thing during the “me generation.” And I never thought about the connection between motorcycles, my father and myself. Motocross is a great sport, but it is an even better family sport. My father loved sports. He loved mechanical things. He loved motorcycles. Motocross, unlike football, soccer or a zillion other team sports, allows a father and son to work together in unison to achieve a goal. There is work to be done, advice to be given, jubilation to be shared and depression to be warded off. One twists wrenches, the other twists throttles and not sharing it twists at your heart.
Oh yes, I’ve seen terrible father/son relationships at the races, especially at the minicycle races. Some minicycle fathers get their worlds confused. They forget that when they are at the races they are part of a partnership—a cooperative, 50/50 relationship that demands equal respect. Too many fathers think that they are doing the riding. It’s not true, and when you try to become the Svengali of a minicycle racer, you are bringing the stresses of everyday life out to the track…”Take out the garbage, get a holeshot, clean your room, go faster, go to your room, pass that guy in the next moto, do your homework, shift up.” Too stressful.
My father never saw me race, and I’m poorer for it. I would have liked to have shown him that I could do something really well (even if I didn’t do really well). I would have liked to have met him on my own terrain. I would have liked to have taken advantage of his eccentric way of seeing things. I would have liked to have driven into a track with him by my side and said, “Where do you want to pit.”
Motocross may seem like a lonely sport — man against man — but it really isn’t. It’s a sport that binds people together. It makes people share experiences and in motocross these experiences can be quite extraordinary. It is a gregarious sport because a race is never over until it is shared (over and over again). The events become more vivid when they are relived, more real when they are compared and more fun when they can be laughed at.
My father never saw me race. Maybe he wouldn’t have like it. Maybe he would have written “You Stink” on the pitboard, and walked away. Maybe he would have parked next to some tattooed 125 Novice with a penchant for blasting heavy metal from his 1000 megawatt speakers. Maybe my bike would have broken on the part of the track farthest away from the pits, and he would have had to help me push. Maybe if my father had seen me race it would have been the biggest disaster imaginable. You know the kind of day. You forget your boots. You miss practice because you had to go home to get them. You get stuck in the gate in the first moto. You run out of gas on lap four because you forgot to fill the tank in the rush to get there. You drive away from the pits with your helmet on the roof of your truck. And, you have a tie-down come loose on the freeway. It doesn’t really matter whether the races would have gone smoothly or not, or even if my father never came to another race. If only he had come to one, then at least I’d have shared with him something that is important to me.
My father never saw me race. I hope you can’t say the same thing.
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