Working Class Privateer part 1: The Prelude (long read)

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6/19/2018 8:44 AM

As a summary, 2018 started practically junk in the context of training for a string of outdoor nationals. The Kansas City area is essentially offline during the winter months given our oftentimes brutal cold winters, which can frequently be dry, antropic lifeless days strung together. Typically riding can resume on a very lucky February day just as we had on the 5th of that month. The high was forecast to be low 40’s, which is February riding weather- and an overzealous me forgot one small detail to prepare for this day. If you’ve never ridden a two stroke you’d not know best practice of running a fatter main on cold, lean (air pressure is high on cold days causing the bike to burn more air after it’s sucked in and mixed with fuel through the carburetor) day will yield optimal power. Apparently, I didn’t know that either. After maybe 10 minutes on the only sandy track in our locale I roasted my top end by running my bike way too lean. I just... I just screwed up and didn’t think about my jetting on the cold, lean day because my brain was checked out on getting to ride for the first time since thanksgiving weekend.

I am a Wiseco sponsored rider and I firmly believe they are the leader in aftermarket top end product. However, upon my initial diagnosis after tearing down my engine it seemed to be a rare part failure of a wrist pin needle bearing letting go mid moto, and it playing Mexican jumping bean inside the newly dubbed El Cilindro club that I was unbeknownst as the formal host of the party. I packaged up my cylinder, head, and broken piston parts and overnighted them to Ohio where Wiseco calls HQ. This is where the real dance began. Someone in the shipping department mislabeled my RMA number, tagged it incorrectly, and shelved it in the wrong location. At this point my parts were wearing an invisibility cloak inside their warehouse. All of this information came to me later on when they diagnosed my problem but we will get to that later. Time to crank the music up: the man in charge of my RMA was on vacation... for a couple weeks. I thought to myself “okay it’s February, the temperatures are sub freezing, I can afford a few weeks.” Two weeks pass and I phone in again, he’s back but swamped. Let’s jump forward a few more weeks when it’s discovered my parts were hiding in a home of dust bunnies, and within half an hour Wiseco engineers perform the metal hardness test and conclude I burned the piston, and the ring hung on the exhaust port causing the wrist pin to stretch open the bearing housing. No worries mate. Forward that shit to Millennium an hour north and gitter dun.

A fun tidbit: the day my cylinder arrived for repair at the Millennium factory it was accompanied by 700 other cylinders. Wow. Had I been a cheater, my cylinder would’ve not needed replating- just a quick bore to 285cc’s and back in action. I didn’t know I was being a martyr by choosing to stick with the OEM bore, as the replating department was 4 weeks behind at Millennium. At this point, it would be 10 weeks before my engine was back together. I knew I needed a stock bore fire breather, so I stayed the course. In the meantime I was riding again but now on my friend Nick Peterson’s 16 RMZ 450 that was completely stock with 140 hours on it. Majority of the riding (and by majority I mean all) on the mint condition RMZ was woods riding in our only open to public area just west of me in Topeka, KS.

My engine came back to me ready to be ripped on. In what was the coldest April on record, the only consistent place to ride was still Oakland Park in Topeka. Back into the woods I went. Pro tip: if you ever want to be motivated to ride 30 minute motos just connect with a local pro woods racer like I did with Harrison Helmick, whomst is a very talented XC2 GNCC racer. Harrison obliterated me any time we rode in the woods, and would often lie to me about how long we were riding as he held he time on his heart rate monitor. Inspiring guy to ride with. Having someone who was used to racing for a few hours at a time, be the lead for a 30 plus two as your go to man for solid motos is a great friend to have. Always connect with your local woods guy.

The weather began to warm, I began to ride moto again. At the end of April my longtime bro of bros Scott Gebken and I hit the pavement for a two day riding weekend in Texas. We didn’t exactly have a plan until we got on the road Friday night, barreling down I 35 and discussing all factors life, moto, the teenage years, and occasional ideas on where to ride the next two days. Through much searching on Instagram and discourse we had decided to sleep in the van Friday night in north Texas and ride Oak Hill on Saturday. Upon arrival, we were greeted with an absolutely National caliber prep, of which the new ownership team was very proud to display for us and the 5 other souls who came in the gate that day. Of course Scott and I couldn’t believe our eyes all day with such a phenomenal prep job and such few riders. “If this was in Kansas City we would have 600 entries!” was said in about 10 different ways between motos.

I want to touch on an app called LapKing right now. The moniker for their platform is claimed “the home of social racing”. Imagine a bare bones lit pro app for your phone, but with mad skills mx gamelike leader boards and lap time charts. Half of the team creating the app is an old schoolboy rival of mine, Vince Monteleone. Vince was on hand and we started banging out harrrrrd laps between the three of us. All pro riders, jockeying to see who had the quickest time. I ended up walking away with the top spot, but as the day went on we started filming. Vince found himself in a corner with the camera that I was particularly fast in, and just as he pushed record I ended my day with a hard slam into a dirt wall. As I crawl back to my bike, doing the post crash check list of “Does this work? Check. Can I lift my arm? Nominal. Is my wrist broken? Can’t decide”. I regain my composure, pick my bike up, start to examine and see my exhaust is mangled against the frame of my KTM. Remember that cylinder I paid top dollar to have rebuilt, causing me two months of non ride time? The impact of aforementioned dirt wall caused the flange which connects to the cylinder to bust off. I felt like I dropped and shattered grandmothers heirloom china. Disappointment of all the money, all the time, the satisfaction of having such a firey engine that will rip me every holeshot I can desire being cracked into pieces came over me with a deep sinking feeling. Here I was, riding all time best at all time comfort and a rut gives out on me sending me down into the dumps.

At this point I’m thinking “I can’t afford another new cylinder, and it will be a stock bike again. I’m fucked”. My whole plan of doing the initial Southwick and Millville run was shot. There was, as with all complex situations, a stipulation toward receiving my pro license. I had to race twice, and one had to be a pro-am. Let me elaborate:
The last pro national I did was in 2009. In 2017, I didn’t have any aspirations of racing any professional races so collecting my points again to renew my license was not on my radar. It wasn’t until late January of this year when I was looking into the future and planning on doing these races, forecasting what I was going to do with myself that I decided I’m mentally ready and more financially fit than ever.
I started the approval process for my card again in February, the same week I melted my piston. When I spoke with the AMA they diverted me to MXSports race director Jeff Canfield. After a few quick discussions of my plans, he instructed how to go about getting my card again with insufficient pro-am points: the discretionary approval process. He outlined that I needed to get on the gate a minimum two separate events this year before he would approve me as an eligible racer at any MXSports promoted events. Given that I’ve held my card for many years in the past and my references, thats what he saw fit.

I was pushing my bike back to the van at Oak Hill, thinking of all the time money and worry invested into being where I’m at right now with a jacked wrist, my “good” shoulder feeling like I got shot with a nail gun, and a broken cylinder. My plan to race the next weekend at round two of the Missouri State series was G. O. N. E. Pro card approval- toast. Vacation time that I strategically put in front of races, wasted. All the 50-60 hour work weeks and saving every dime of overtime I could to pay for the traveling to come, spent. Longest push back to the van ever.

After loading the bike and texting Nick Peterson about what happened, he informed me KTM build the exhaust flange off the cylinder as a bolt on part. I’m sitting passenger seat as Scott drives us out of the Oak Hill facility, feeling that really murky grey area in disbelief as you’re double checking the numbers on your lottery ticket. I pull up the parts fische and HOLY SHIT!!! Rejoice!!! Can you imagine how high I felt when I realized my broken cylinder was actually only a $90 replacement part? It was worth that agonizing push back to the van to remember all the things I had invested into this year.

Without flexing my results too much, I’ll just note that my performances at the Missouri State race and the Pro-Am in Iowa at Riverside were enough to satisfy Canfield and he gave the green light for his office to approve the pro racing license. In the same weekend that his penstroke checked the approved column, Gebken and I had a big moto camp scheduled in Wichita at Bar2Bar to further finance the racing program. At this time, I added in Muddy Creek to be my first pro race in 9 years given that it’s practically on the way to Southwick. The mega camp was a huge success, and on the third and final day in the last hour of the event was a scheduled “coaches ride” where myself, Scott, and our third coach Brad DePrenger were riding with our students as a fun tip of the cap to their efforts and a neat play to ride with mini bikers and novices. It’s almost as if 2018 has turned around and things were now at a steady bar. I was riding exceptionally. My body was feeling great. My bike was dialed. The rollercoaster was gone and my program was locked in for muddy creek.

I was doing laps with a little 65 rider who was sending all the doubles on the track. I’m following him, adding a little pressure from all angles to see if he holds technique under fire. This is the end of the weekend and I’m shot from three 8 hour days lugging around my gear and giving instruction. 2018 luck wasn’t through with me yet. I routinely landed off a small double and a SHARP pain sent up my left asscheek and locked up my lower back. I pulled off the track and leaned up against a fence and fell off my bike. “What in the actual fuck?” I’m yelling as I’m pounding the sand. The strain loosens a little, and I begin to do a little track side yoga in full moto gear. The three days in boots caught up to me. I was smoked. Scott and Brad loaded up my bike and packed up my gear as I sat in the cab of my Dodge, sweating my balls off with a broken A/C (I’ll replace it after the nationals was my plan). My left ass cheek and lower back is locked and on fire.

When I get home, I try to stretch to no avail. I call into work and tell my manager unless he wants me to deliver packages at the speed of baby’s crawl, I’m not coming in. It’s Memorial Monday, so I schedule a visit with the local sports chiro on Tuesday. She gives me the Jazz about my back being out of line- which I already knew.. I’m a damn motocross racer lady, just diagnose my ass cheek! Through a series of stretches and some trial and error she diagnoses me with a strained piriformis. It’s a small beef jerky size span of muscle that conveniently wraps around the sciatic nerve in the pelvis. She claims I should be off the bike at least 4 weeks. I have a week I can spare to go full yogi and stretch this shit back into place, but I need to be back on the bike at least ONCE before we leave for Tennessee. The days are long when I’m doing nothing but research on how to rehab a pulled piriformis, and listening to this hippie YouTuber named Adrian whom has the number one yoga vids. She guides me back into alignment and my chakra has never been more centered. Also my butt and back came back to me, and back to work I went after a week of this woo woo nonsense. Side note, I am a regular stretcher. Now I am a 4 times a day heavy duty stretching machine.

As I write this, I’ve ridden once (last Saturday, same day as High Point) since Memorial Day. For a whole week I was hands and knees crawling around my house, two weeks ago. The bike is together. The air filters are prepped. It’s 10am and I’m suiting up to head to work for my 12 to 8:30pm shift tonight. I have a vacation day off tomorrow, Wednesday, to load all of my things up into my truck and shuttle them over to Nick Peterson’s house in the morning. Some more last minute details of new Mika brake pads, wheel bearings, and Pirelli’s will be performed at his house in the for-hire race shop. Thursday is a 12 hour shift at FedEx (I am what’s called a swing driver, so my schedule consists of filling in for guys on vacation- hence the varying work times) on the KU campus as Peterson skips town to follow the mishmash of interstates to East Tennessee.

On Friday, as Nick is in Tennessee setting up pit, installing my hats off device, taking our bikes through Tech Inspection, I’ll be at FedEx delivering packages somewhere in west Lenexa, Kansas. I’m very, very low in seniority at our local station so I’m more likely to be struck by lightning underwater in December than getting a summer Friday off. My shift ends at 3pm, and my flight leaves MCI at 5:30pm with a layover in Atlanta. I’ll be landing in Tennessee at 11pm local time, with my best friend Keith picking me up from the Tri Cities airport. I’m hoping for 6 hours of sleep, a fresh coffee when I pick up my credential at 7am, finding my rent-a-mechanic who’s driving in from VA Beach, and I’ll be ready to make some memories which will last a lifetime come green flag of 450 group B practice 1.

If you are at Muddy Creek, come by the privateer pits and find my number 681 FedEx KTM 250sx. Please come introduce yourself, let’s take a photo for my scrap book, and shoot the shit about motocross. I’m just like you guys, live and breathe moto with a full time-and-some regular job.

I plan on writing a few more pieces about the journeys to Tenn, Wick, Red Bud and Millville. Thanks for reading. Jeff.


6/19/2018 8:45 AM


6/19/2018 10:19 AM

I have so much to say that I don't even know where to start...


6/19/2018 10:47 AM

Damn good read. We were at oak hill a couple weeks ago.


6/19/2018 10:59 AM

Dude very good read keep it up man ✊


6/19/2018 11:10 AM

I feel like throwin a set of FedEx graphics on my bike after reading that. Good luck dude, I'll be pulling for you


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6/19/2018 11:29 AM

Best of luck!


6/19/2018 12:21 PM

Love the graphics love the spirit love the dedication! Good luck!!!


6/19/2018 12:46 PM

Awesome read, can't wait to follow for more.

See you at Red Bud


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6/19/2018 12:55 PM

Good read! Which corner at Oakhill did you mangle it up on? Good luck!


6/19/2018 2:21 PM

Taylor415 wrote:

Good read! Which corner at Oakhill did you mangle it up on? Good luck!

The left hander before the rollers. Juuuuust barely gave, kicked me off, sent me into the wall on right.

Thanks for the well wishes everyone. See you Saturday.

6/19/2018 3:50 PM

Man, those fedex graphics actually look real decent.


6/19/2018 6:42 PM

Great read. Best of luck and have a blast... enjoy it!


6/19/2018 6:55 PM

Good Luck!!


6/19/2018 8:45 PM

It's sad that this thread isn't getting more attention than it is, that was a great read and I can't wait to get some updates about how things go.

Not to hijack the thread, but I feel your pain when it comes to juggling time off work, money, logistics, and everything else that goes into making it happen racing. I run pro hillclimb (not the crap they call hillclimb on the east coast, we run real hills. . .), and up until this point I've been in school so traveling to out of state races was pretty much out of the question for me. Long story short, to start the year I had an absolutely miserable race, and pretty much confirmed what I already knew about the bikes I was racing being way too slow and outdated. I pretty much had to look in the mirror and decide if I was willing to seriously make a push at this and invest to a level that would at least give me a chance at winning. I figured screw it, I had a good job but knew I would be pushing off moving out for a little while, but if I was ever going to do it this was the one time in my life I physically and financially could. Within a month I bought a new 450, got a big bore for my current 450 to make it eligible for the 451-700cc class, and custom designed some extensions that would serve as a test set for what hopefully becomes a side business soon. The fricking stress of all those moving parts having to come together is unreal; between the bike deal, graphics, machine/design work, big bore, making all of that fit together went down to the final days before the next race and I honestly didn't even know if it could happen. Most people have no idea what it's like to literally throw your heart and soul at something and stretch past what's realistically responsible, and there were quite a few times I just wanted to quit and give it all up and keep the little bit of sanity I had left. Trying to find that balance of being responsible and living out dreams is pretty tough, I don't know that there even is a perfect balance but I'm trying to find it. Obviously I'd love to race every single race out there, but without sponsors or big funding behind you it's a matter of accepting what you can realistically do. I always remember this though, if it was easy everyone would do it.

I just did a race in Utah about a month ago and that was another logistical nightmare. A friend of mine and teammate drove his trailer out there, and I flew in Friday after working a half day (remember how I said time off is tough to juggle?). After the race I flew home Sunday night, had a flight delayed 3 hours, and didn't walk through the front door until 3am, and went to work a half day the next day. I need to save as much time off as I can to go to Montana in July.

Sorry to ramble and I don't want to infringe on your thread, I'll be happy to delete if you'd like, but reading how your whole deal went down just reminded me how crazy we are for doing crap like this.laughing Obviously pro nationals is a bigger deal than hillclimb, but the challenges faced just seem so similar to me even though they're completely different worlds. Seems like we're kind of in the same pickle of trying to do the adulting thing and still fulfill life goals, most people aren't willing to go for it like that so huge props to you for making it happen. Hope you have an awesome time and everything works out from here on out, looking forward to reading the updates and I'll be watching for your name on the stream for sure.


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6/19/2018 9:03 PM

Hell yeah man! Awesome story, great thread.

Good luck the rest of the Summer and give us some more updates!


6/19/2018 9:11 PM

JM485 wrote:

It's sad that this thread isn't getting more attention than it is, that was a great read and I can't wait to get some updates ...more

Hill climb/motocross/RC cars/golf whatever it is- it’s about sacrifice. It’s a big deal to YOU. It takes your time, your thought process, and your desire to make everything work together. Will either of us land million dollar deals from our pursuit? Nope. Doesn’t matter because the end result is never about the paycheck. It’s about the experience + adversity, and boy are we RICH in that equation.

Also I want to make note, that when I was a teenager I had a KTM support ride, bikes, gear, dad with motor home, trailer, golf cart, factory set up at every am national.. I was over privileged and very “entitled”. I’m sure you’ve heard the words greased lightning? That’s what it felt like when my dad pulled the rug out from under me and said okay kid you’re 16 and making more than the average 30 year old. You get to pay for everything and handle your own business. It didn’t take long for me to turn on moto, my sponsors, the whole kit and caboodle because I “deserved” free everything and to be pampered. This is something I’m going to write a large piece about later on. But the cookie crumbles accordingly: if I didn’t have it all at 16, perhaps I wouldn’t appreciate it as much now that I don’t have shit at 29. I’m a million times more proud of the proverbial dirt in my pocket earned by real world hard work than what my talents achieved me while clueless to the way things really work.

Keep climbing those hills. Getting to the crest isn’t the majority of the payoff.


6/19/2018 9:14 PM
Edited Date/Time: 6/19/2018 9:14 PM

Awesome read!! Best of luck and I'm looking forward to your next update


6/19/2018 9:15 PM

Great article man and best of luck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


6/19/2018 9:24 PM

You Sir, are the blood and guts of this sport....
God bless you in all your trials, and travels. A true worker you are, don’t give up the fight! Rewards WILL come your way..... Class act, top shelf.


6/19/2018 9:49 PM

I’ll be rooting for you while watching practice on nbc sports gold. Been following you on ig for a couple weeks now. Good luck this weekend Jeff!


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6/20/2018 6:15 AM

Good luck man! Have some fun and the rest will come!


6/20/2018 7:02 AM
Edited Date/Time: 6/20/2018 7:03 AM

FedEx sponsor you as well as employing ?

(I worked for both companies FedEx and ups, try to get in at ups if ya can. Drivers got a good gig.)


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6/20/2018 7:11 AM

GeorgiePorgie wrote:

FedEx sponsor you as well as employing ?

(I worked for both companies FedEx and ups, try to get in at ups if ya can. ...more

Yeah dude. They just ask me to show up on time, put out a little physical labor, then boom every Thursday night they cut me a check to go racing on the weekends.

Sounds like a sponsorship to me.


6/20/2018 7:15 AM

That was a great read! Good luck with at the races this year and can't wait for an update.


6/20/2018 7:18 AM

Jeff_Crutcher wrote:

Yeah dude. They just ask me to show up on time, put out a little physical labor, then boom every Thursday night they cut me a ...more

laughing laughing laughing Imagine if one of the top level teams were able to show up with those graphics from a sponsor like FedEx though, relying on outside money instead of OEM write offs?


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6/20/2018 7:40 AM

Beautifully written Jeff, just don't forget to pause and take it all in amidst all the chaos! Have fun and let that fucker sing!!!


6/20/2018 2:20 PM

Nice read, good luck at the national's mate!


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6/20/2018 3:42 PM

Great read. Best of luck



6/20/2018 4:16 PM

Great read,thoroughly enjoyed that and look forward to your next installment.
Good luck and great skill.