I've been a bad motor sports fan this year. Real bad. Haven't watched dick of my two favorite sports (drag racing and supercross) at all this winter since the snows been so God damn good and we don't have cable at the cabin. The supercross rolled into Sea Town this weekend and Sweaty and GT from Von Zipper had box seats with our names on them. Food, beers, foam dome hats...anything and everything you could want fo-free. They were celebrating their dude Jason Lawrence's title in the Lites class. Lites...that used to be 125's when good ole 2 strokes used to roam the land. These days its these bullshit throaty ass 250's that are the "125's" and 450's are the 250's. Stupid, if you ask me as them 2 strokers sounded fast as hell and made the arena smell real good. Speaking of real good, the people watching was all time. Lots of Tap Out ultimate fighter dudes, walking by white Oakley glasses on the back of head kid, hi 5in the frosted tips wakeboard dude fresh off the lake tossed in with a hand full of straight up hicks rocking Metal Mulisha. It was awesome. But only one species of girl was spotted, big schmeebs dirty girls looking for their new motocross boyfriend. I was in such awe of all these creatures I forgot to snap photo's. This is what I did manage to shoot:
We had free tickets but somehow I spent $60 bucks. $40 for parking and $20 for this little snacky.
VZ is Yamaha of Troys goggle hookup so we got a tour of the factory trailer.
Box seats are nice. You can bring your rats and keep em contained. Milan (Sweatys kid), Mac and Milo.
GT gave the boys a good time. Thanks Greg. When he used to shred full time, Snowboarder Magazine gave him the honor of "nine guys with style." That was before he and Jamo announced the X-Games. Like way back in 94ish or so.
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