Recognize the title? If you’re a Smashing Pumpkins fan, you might.
But now it’s more like smashing gas cans and science labs and points
tables…. Hello, everyone, and welcome to the Rev-Up. What a season so
far! Just when it appeared the action could not get any crazier or
dramatic, guys start crashing three times in two laps, guys are going
ass-over-teakettle in 18-inch whoops, guys are suffering DNFs, title
contenders crash and cannot restart … and all of a sudden, a different
guy wins his first race of the year and immediately has a 19-point
We finally had the Perfect Storm, we have the television package rolling on CBS and Speed, and new a title sponsor. But last Saturday night there were 70,000-some supercross fanatics that left the Georgia Dome looking for an AMA official to beat on. Supercross was firing on all eight cylinders, then it just threw a rod through the bottom of the oil pan. All this bad noise put me in a brief state of melancholy, and after reading the message boards this week, I know I wasn’t alone.
With the variables in this morbid equation still up in the air, I want to remind all of you of one simple fact: There will be a racing going on in the RCA Dome in Indianapolis this Saturday night, and the infinite madness of 2006 will go on. And folks, this weekend is going to smolder! Let’s push past all of this fuel-driven political fecal matter and get Revved Up for what I am predicting to be one of the wildest night of racing we have seen thus far.
Josh Grant deserves an “atta boy” for his winning performance last weekend, but what the hell is up with him and Josh Hansen? Play nice with each other, boys, because this Tom and Jerry routine is going to get one of you hurt one day. As it turns out, Steve Boniface was the one that got hurt, but I digress. This Grant kid has been through a lot in his short career and I was glad to see him garner his first main-event victory. I have to say, though, that I’d rather see a flat whip on his next victory lap as opposed to that mid-'90s Metzger-like heel-clicker that he threw us. Ha ha! Oh well, the fans loved it.
And how about that “Marteen” Davalos? Heads were screaming about his speed at St. Louis and in Atlanta he made good on the hype. The young man has only been in the States for three years, and just a few months ago he was racing the amateur nationals. “The Matador from Ecuador” made the steps in his second professional supercross, and here’s wishing him a successful remainder to his 2006 supercross season. And that Matt Goerke kid didn’t look bad either!
And Thomas Hahn, were are you? Come on, brother, pull together a Cinderella story for us this weekend, grab yourself a holeshot, and make this Saturday night a remake of the movie Hoosiers!
Moving right along, there is a force that has been gaining strength since this debacle took place. At the nucleus of this atomic bomb is one pissed-off Ricky Carmichael. It isn’t safe to run a race car in the red, and RC has been bouncing off the rev limiter since he received the points deduction. That mountain of determination adorned with the #4 will be training a little harder, practicing a little faster, and gritting his teeth tighter than we have ever seen. Being cloaked in shame and uncertainty will either make a person cower in defeat or rage like a pit bull on amphetamines. Which state of being do you think Ricky is in?
I’d like to open up a can of verbal abuse and go on a scorching rant about this monument of misfortune our sport has been slapped with. But to be perfectly honest with you, there are very, very few people who know enough about the situation to be saying much about it, and I’m not one of them. I will offer my opinion on one thing and say that what Team RC allegedly did—and what Team Yamaha did in ’04 and Team Kawasaki last summer—might have deserved a slap on the wrist, but certainly not a 25-gun firing squad. That’s all I have to say about that.
As we draw close to what I am predicting will be the supercross of the season, I will leave you with a little ditty from the Man in Black (with a moto twist):
I hear a train a comin’, its rollin around the bend,
And I’ve never seen more drama since I don’t know when.
Far from points deductions, that’s where I want to be.
But that train keep a rollin’, and that’s what comforts me.
When I was just a baby, my momma told me, Son,
Always race your hardest, don’t ever hurt no one.
But we killed a man in Atlanta, just to watch him die.
But when he hears that whistle blowin’, he knows its time to fly!
Okay, I hope you got stoked or at least chuckled over that. Let's all remember we’re just racing dirt bikes here. But damn it, let’s make it right.
Thanks for reading, see you next week!