Rev-Up: Chaos A.D.
Chaos A.D.
Disorder unleashed
Starting to berm
Starting to launch
Silence means death
Stand on your feet
Inner fear
Your worst enemy
Hello, everyone, and welcome to the Rev Up. Before we get going here let’s all stand up and give the outdoor nationals a round of applause. (YEW!!!) The 2007 AMA Toyota Motocross Championship presented by FMF was simply as good as any of us could have hoped for. Five different winners in the AMA Motocross class, five instances of James vs. Ricky, and the BT and RV show came right at us throughout the 12 race series. Every single moto was a fair-and-square opportunity for the riders to show the world what they had. The boys were going for it with each drop of the gate and it kept the t-shirts swinging every single lap. Typically the season kind of dies off a little after the last pyrotechnic explodes at the Las Vegas supercross. Not anymore, folks. It’s funny, a year or so ago an “insider” told me the outdoor nationals would be dead by 2008. I thought about that guy on my way home from RedBud this year. Yes, supercross has grown into a beautiful animal, but there is so much more to the season when it’s through. Oh yes, there is copious amount of drama after the light goes down in the stadiums. In my opinion that’s when the real shit goes down. Let’s call it Chaos A.D. and let’s go back and run through what was simply an astonishing summer.
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The boys carried the conflict to High Point for a gorgeous four motos. Chaos all around on this Memorial Day weekend. This is where RC showed the world why he is simply the baddest son of a bitch to ever throw a leg over. Ole boy came from way back in moto one, brought out the fishing pole and reeled in the fastest rider he has ever faced. He was leaving it pinned off the finish line and sailing it out 100-feet to the flats. High Point was a huge showing for Josh Grant as well. In moto one Villopoto was catching him, but he grit his teeth and dropped the hammer all the way to the finish line.
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Then came that glorious day at RedBud. Hands down, the best outdoor national I’ve ever been to. Perfect track met perfect weather and a gigantic crowd was there to take it in. Dungey went down really, really hard. James rode his butt off and just about had RC handled, while Alessi finally showed up. This was the race where Villopoto first displayed his now patented mid-race charge. He rode behind Townley till the cross flags, both of them absolutely flying, then just goes, “oh the hell with it, I think I’ll just drop two seconds a lap and gap this guy.” Dude’s incredible!
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So, they headed to the Rockies for a huge dust up. It was a race that anybody could have won, then in the end a 70 percent James Stewart persevered. The Millsaps camp is still scratching their heads after that one. #800 makes it clear that he is up front to stay.
The championship would get decided the next weekend at Washougal. Hard to imagine saying that with four rounds remaining, but with #7 blew out a knee and Grant Langston suddenly became a house of fire. Think about it; Grant never lost for the rest of the season (RC doesn’t count) after Washougal. He got his 2008 YZ450F at Colorado, got it dialed at Washougal, and when Stewart went down, Grant got gnarly. How about RV Park’s windmill-style crash in moto two of the Lites? That was sketch.
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Chaos was back in a big way for Steel City. Alessi showed up ready to blow up, while Windham and Zulu had air traffic control issues. The event signified the arrival of Austin Stroupe and suffice it to say, he was unbelievably fast. It was also the beginning of the end for BT101.
Texas had everyone nervous. Would the hurricane hit? Was the track a cow pasture? Would people make a wrong turn and run into the Hewitt family? Not that one, the other one. None of the above. It was a grand weekend of racing enjoyed by a strong contingent of fans. Highlights included Stroupe somehow passing Hepler on the outside of the whoop/hoop-de-doo section. How did he do that? They were two feet taller out there…wow. Grant all but wraps up the title.
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Well, that was just about it in a nut shell. It was a series that we will never forget. 20 years from now we’ll be sitting on a cooler talking about the summer we saw #4 and #7 doing the man dance for the last time. How about seeing the first-ever live internet broadcast? Pretty neat, huh? Never mind the fact that we got to see complete pre- and post-race coverage where Wes and Weege put forth Pulitzer-worthy efforts. The chaos after the supercross series was an immaculate buffet that tens of thousands stood on their feet and devoured all summer. Just wait till next year. BT101 and Ivan on Hondas, Langston with a red plate, the return of Bubba, and a snarling pack of Lites contestants. The nationals are dead, huh? Yeah, right.
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