I have to admit that I was a little perturbed that Dave never lifted a hand to help me. He sat on the tailgate of the Jodymobile and told Jimmy Mac all the gruesome details of how he survived Read More...
Astronomers predicted that a 1100-foot wide chunk of interplanetary debris had a good chance of impacting smack dab in the middle of one of the 38,000 McDonald's on the planet Read More...
My doctor said, "I can operate on it right now and it will hurt for six months or I can leave it alone and it will hurt for six months. Your choice." Read More...
Yes, my elbows are down. I'm sitting side-saddle. I'm leaning the bike right while my weight is on the left and I'm not looking down the track. All wrong by conventional standards. But, this wasn't a conventional corner as anyone who ever… Read More...
Modern helmet visors are not long enough to block the sun and are mounted too high to protect your goggles from roost. What's the point? Today's visor is like the hood ornament on a car—shiny and bright but useless. Read More...
Never tell your mechanic that you think the dogs on third gear are worn out before checking to see if there are any teeth on your countershaft sprocket Read More...
Oh, to be unspoiled again. If only I could return to the halcyon days when I didn’t know anything about the good life. Speed and its rewards changed what motocross was all about for me Read More...
Whenever my buddies complain about a modern track being too one-line, too dusty, too muddy or too fast, I tell them about AMA Nationals tracks that were a lot worse than the track we are at. Read More...
Motocross is, without a doubt, the biggest bargain in motorsports. Not only can you buy world-class equipment, but pay all the entry fees and gas for a season for less than what one of those fancy side-by-sides cost. Read More...
Make no mistake about it, there are still a few Hodaka parts left on this Super Combat, but not many — also his one-off 250 Thunderdog is shown Read More...
I only grudgingly gave up my Cub Scout uniform for the duller Boy Scout uniform. It was like going from Imperial Star Trooper to the garbage collector Read More...
Racing motorcycles demands determination, skill and a willingness to hang it out, but it requires just as much in the Novice class as it does in the Pro class. It’s not the speed—it’s the degree of difficulty—personal or external, that… Read More...
When you lend out as many tie-downs and tools as I have, you know that as soon as they leave your hand, there is a signpost up ahead that reads "the next stop is the Twilight Zone" Read More...
"Since I am not bound by any contracts, I can use whatever I want—afterall, no one is actually emulating my person tastes or riding style." Read More...
The loudmouth, crude and base clarions of our sport are not my cup of tea—the more I see or hear of them, the deeper I retreat into my barn Read More...
I remember that bike vividly; the transmission looked like a watermelon and the air-cooled cylinder was shaped like a pine cone. Gary Jones had one just like it and, even today, we revel in telling stories about how bad it was. Read More...