(I wrote this column about Ferry but really have no place to put it-after all who wants to listen to me drone on and on about how great he is. But for reals, this is an interesting story because when he started doing well at Kawi, people were astonished and would ask me why he was good again. This is what he had to go through to be good again. Just because I was his mechanic for four years doesn't make this less credible...does it?)
You know how you watch those slasher movies like Friday the 13th and Halloween and without fail, the actors would do something that you know would end up in their demise? Like their friends have all been decapitated and someone hears a noise in the cellar, so they go down to investigate. . You the viewer are sitting there thinking, I’m no rocketscientist but I think it’s not a good idea to go down there pal, the killer might be… WHAM…the big ass dude in a goalie mask appears and chops them into itty bitty pieces.
Weege and I have these weird conversations from time to time as he might be the only guy in the industry that is a bigger fan of moto-x then me. I thought, what if I got him to write one of those conversations down? He did and now I present to you, the mind of Weege. (If you don't know who Weege is, google him or just go to Jersey and ask around.)
One thing that bugs me in the pro motocross world (well let’s be straight here, there’s a ton of things that bug me but we’ll cover one today) is that the old warriors of moto don’t get saluted or thanked for their memories and championships. They just go away. Only the very elite few like MC or RC have any kind of “Farewell, thanks for the memories” ceremonies. If this were a stick and ball sport, we in the media would be fanning over them non-stop and then in a few years, trying to figure out whether or not they belong in the hall of fame.
I first went to the Millville national in 1988, me and my family would trek down each and every year to watch the our heroes. I remember walking around the parking lot with my brother watching the mechanics build the machines and getting them ready for tech. The nationals used to practice on Fridays and then tech inspection and sign up were at Saturday at a particular hotel. This was great for the fans but sucked to be a rider, you had Saturday off and just hung out.
There’s this show on VH1 that is so awesomely bad and I can’t keep myself from watching it. It’s called Rock of Love Bus with ex-Poison front man, Bret Michaels. It’s a sequel to this other awesomely bad show where Bret Michaels, tired of all the sleazy rock chicks that are dumb, fake and just want him for his fame and money, gets a bunch of supposedly “normal” chicks lined up that are dumb, fake and just want him for his fame and money.