Don't make fun of K-Mart. Isn't that where you get all the ton foil to shove down in your fork clamps?!


I have no idea- I've never done one! I was hoping you guys could tell me but it looks like I'm going to be Mr. Guinea Pig. But, from what I'm told this one is an 8 mile course that covers the MX, Vet MX, Supercross, and "backcountry" trails (no wood, probably just dirt hills). If you'd click on the link above and then on "Track Map" you'd see just about everything I know about it. 2 hrs w/ 1 mandatory pit stop.Jason wrote:NM_KDX200, what is a hare scramble like in your area?
So either get the hole shot or hang towards the back group. Don't get caught in the middle group pile upJason wrote:I think there were 40 us all lined up side by side. There wasn't room in the first corner for 40, so watch out if you are in the same situation.
I have heard of these racescanyncarvr wrote:We had a start here once that had me standing behind the bike..holding the thing up by the fender. THEN the starter pistol went off. I don't now how common that is.
That's what I'm thinking of doing. I'm going to get the holeshot on a KX125 or KDX200 against who knows how many KTM250, 300's, 450fs??? Right.layoutd wrote: i just lagged to the back for the first tight corner and then started picking off people in the woods. not a lot of people mind you, but some none the less.
Well, Clay City has special memories for me.m0rie wrote:Thats a great story.
You CRAZY SOB, Your Mother should have COLLAPSED your other lung after getting back on right awayNM_KDX200 wrote:Well, Clay City has special memories for me.m0rie wrote:Thats a great story.The NEXT time I went up (they raced once a month or something like that), I was all fired up and ready to DO GOOD. I unloaded the RM from my 3-rail Holsclaw trailer that I towed behind my orange Chevy Monza (3-speed!), slapped my helmet (Bell Moto 2) on and rode over to sign up. Paid my $$$ and headed back to the truc...er...car. Kentucky, morning, wet grass, pipey 2-stroke....I shifted from 1st to 2nd and revved it a bit to clean the plug and promptly did a powerslide on the slick wet grass. Yawn...a powerslide.... And, of course, not being agressive and on the ball, the powerslide turned into a highside and I flipped over on some logs they were using as spectator seating. Landed right square on my back and all my breath went WHOOOSSHHH!!!! and I got real dizzy, real fast. Next thing I knew, I was in the ambulance sucking oxygen. Turns out I broke a rib about 1" from the spine and collapsed a lung and passed out. Someone from the pits saw me, but my RM had balanced on the log and they thought I was working on my bike! Well, after I got my lungs refilled and could sit up, I had my mother (my driver and pit-crew) duct-tape me up and I was gonna ride!!! Yeah, you betchya....I hit the first bump and nearly passed out again. If you've ever had a broken rib, you know what I mean. You can't breathe, you can't sit, you can't lay down, and PLEASE don't make me laugh!!! So, we loaded up and went home. I wore my Gold Belt for 6 weeks (the doctor thought it was the perfect thing!).
I finally DID get to actually race there. Third time was the charm, I guess.