For those who haven't done it before, things are surprising. Especially when it's on a bike built for dirt.
Supercross champion replaced by deathcross contender.
Where do we start?
Featuring Pedro Bueno, Walter White, and, of course, Stank Dog.
Don't like the podium interviews? Don't blame "too corporate." This year, supercross turned out two champions who just let it loose.
Sucks for Anderson. Here are some lyrics to cheer him up.
Lots of positives to take away from this one!
By all counts, American Flat Track has gained “it” status in the motorcycle racing world. It’s been sitting there, relatively unchanged for literally decades, but a fortunate series of events has blown the lid off the sport and set it up for some serious growth.
Over the weekend Eli Tomac joined Damon Bradshaw atop a dubious list: most career AMA Supercross wins without a title. It got me to thinking about those bridesmaid types. Kevin Windham is perhaps most notorious for such status. Tomac already has two AMA National Motocross Championships, so he’s grabbed some big titles. Bradshaw’s failure to win a title usually traces back to his own problems at the 1992 supercross finale. Windham, history now shows, was simply born at the wrong time. He’s one year older than Ricky Carmichael, so they hit their primes together, and no one, NO ONE, took the air out of championship hopes like Carmichael. Here are some other guys that could have won a lot more if they weren't battling a GOAT.
I saw this video today on the GNCC Instagram account. One of my favorite races ever, and one of the closest finishes and gnarliest efforts of any motorcycle race ever. Not only did the hard-fought finish leave two of the top three riders completely and totally exhausted from the effort, but one of them whiskey throttled into a track worker. Later, the race winner was the only one with the strength to go to the podium—so he let his mechanic and wife shake the champagne reserved for second and third!
Poor Jason Anderson—well, not really, he’s doing fine. But seriously, he built such a giant points lead so early that the buzz on “OMG! Anderson is amazing and I think he’s going to win this title!” passed too quickly. Based on his performance, this season should be a 17-round referendum on misjudging Anderson’s chances before the season. A 17-round celebration of a young talent “maturing” and “putting the puzzle pieces” together. A 17-round think tank about Anderson’s place in history. Instead, it has become a foregone conclusion.
What's the best way to create jobs in the sport? Force them, or grow them?