Showing posts with label joey holt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joey holt. Show all posts

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Season End at IMS October 3

The last night of the season at IMS was a Saturday night instead of the usual Friday.










Without the Friday night traffic mess I actually got there early and quicker driving my high speed express VW van. Since I was not pulling a trailer I could go over 55 mph and get in the fast lanes but going over 55 and getting in the fast lanes is more dangerous in the VeeDub that trying to get around Beach Ball.












Saturday is not my normal speedway day and I really should have been somewhere else as my riding just sucked and trying to get around everybody when I start from the twenty yard line was not working. In the first race I was trying to pass someone who could not make up his mind where he was going to fall or when. I screamed for him to "Get the F!!K Out of the Way" so loud he actually turned around. I didn't have to race against him again but if I had to do it again I would use the Buck Blair's Nudge with my boot on him. I didn't get another chance to boot him. But, well there is always next time.


Trick Video missed Joey Holt's Second Division Main but got Buck Blair's airborne adventure with the crash wall. Buck and I went surfing Thursday and I had him try two of my long boards out. Buck is from Colorado and surfing is new to him. He did really well the other day and probably will not be back in the water soon if his wrist is broken.







Saturday night had a Harvest Moon and the weekly fire in the local mountains. Southern California is home to forest fires, flooding and earthquakes. Someone at Cal Tech in Pasadena should look into the possibility that these seismic misadventures are actually caused by Rick and Beach Ball.













The aerial tankers kept flying over the track after taking off at the old airbase in town and heading towards the fire in the mountains nearby. Since I kept looking up I was able to spot three flying saucers hovering over our IMS SUPPORT TEAM pop up. That IMS makes desert gas tank for extended racing and other trick things. Maybe I have an alien sponsor but just don't know it.












There was a rider's parade as the track was dry enough that you could actually walk across it without getting stuck. Speedway has several National Events but IMS last race of the season was billed as the Western States Championship with a three ton (my estimate) cowboy boot as the trophy. Jason's hopes that he can turn the track into a hockey rink in the off season was clearly shown by the new decal in the window of the track prep truck.

Buck hit the wall following his bike leading the way. The bike went over the same fence that was replaced just last week. Buck's wheel will need to be replaced also.






Again there were riders that were new to me and I always enjoy it when someone comes up to me and after introducing themselves tells me they enjoy reading my blog.













Josh Larsen showed up ready to win again just like he did on opening night here but Gary Hicks also showed up a little late but ready to go fast.






The Golden Microphone of Bruce Flanders was missing tonight as he was off doing a gig at a car track. Luckily with the instructions of Steve the ref and others the rookie announcer was able to make it through the night without too many problems. If he does this more often and becomes familiar with speedway he may have a future in the sport but I would suggest he dress up a little and wear a tux.

With the AMA Nationals Friday night at Auburn and several riders off to England with the Dream Team several second division riders did double duty riding in both second and first.







Here is Joey Holt leading the charge from the back line in his handicap main.











The D1 main had only four riders at the final tape.


































And everyone was within the camera frame for all four laps.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

July 3 Speedway Friday Night at IMS

Where did all the traffic go. Pulling a trailer I made it from Orange County to 909 country in less than a hour, 55 minutes to be exact. Several years ago I raced here on a Wednesday on the Fourth of July and we had fireworks, tonight the action on the track was the fireworks. And another plus was the helicopter flying around taking pictures of the show and the Jawa powered sprint car that were in appearance.
































It is hard to caption all the pictures here and those who attend the races on a regular basis will know who is who. If there is a picture that you wish to know more about please contact me or comment at the end of the blog. At each new night at the fixture people come up to me and talk about the blog. I really appreciate that. Some people don't know what a blog is and that is okay too. Tyson Burmeister was really riding great tonight and our great announcer decided to come up with a nickname for Master Meister (my feeble attempt) which probably caused him to unload in the main just like a no hit pitchers gives up a home run when the announcers mentions "no hitter". Fast Eddie #14 had to win the last chance to get in the main. He was leading the main when Tyson went down and a red flag came out. After the restart Flying Mike Faria #9 bested Jimmy Fishback #25. Master Meister needs a nickname: any suggestions.
Buck Blair has missed the last two meeting I have been to (Please get well Buck) I miss yelling at you. Joey Holt #244 (my old number) rung his bell Wednesday night and was without a ride as his head was still in recover mode.




































































It was a great night except for one thing. When I got home and started to unload everything from the car I couldn't find my camera bag anywhere. Then I remembered how I had sat the container on the box of my trailer and in a flashback I could see all of kit laying in the parking lot back at the track. Boy, how stupid could I be to do that, then I kicked the trash can, screamed at the dog then turned around and saw the container sitting on the garage floor.

The weather is getting warmer and I don't wear leathers anymore. When I first started speedway I had a pair of leathers left over from Bonneville racing and they were always too hot to use when the temperature goes up and in San Berdoo it can get rather warm. When riders first show up at the track they don't jump out of their trucks with all their riding gear on like a swat team attacking. In fact some in regular clothes bear no resemblance to their dashing hero like leathers attire and some who have expanded their frontiers need several cow hides for covering.