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- Apr 4, 2002
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- Menlo Park, Ca.
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- Budman
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I have been writing up stories for my grand kids about my racing days and other moto stuff and figured I would share a briefer version here.
Why?? Well a friend just texted me about one of them and asked if it was true.
Someone mentioned it to him 34 years after it happened.. holy shit!
**EDIT - Adding the Hooligan shit and moved to general**
So here is FOOT ON FIRE
I had a bad knee from MX racing and always had a hard time stopping my right foot from dragging. I was pretty broke and had to figure out how to make due after I wore out my toe slider.
When it was almost gone I saw little black goobers, which were asphalt sluff off's from when they repaved Sears. So every time I went up to Sears I would peruse the pits looking for the little the rubber like goobers.
They were all over at the time. Cool.
I would pack a few on.. duct tape a couple and add a few more and duct tape again to make layers. They worked really well actually.
One race we showed up and they had cleaned the pits.. no goobers to be found.. anywhere. Oh shit.
I searched and searched.. nothing. I finally started searching my truck for anything that might work. I found... a domino! Solid plastic thick enough.. looked perfect...!
Anyways.. in the race my foot started to get hot. I thought "dammit the domino fell off but I am in 6th place so deal. (3 laps to go or so - we did 11 back in the day).
With two to go I knew I was grinding away skin and I would be left with a bad looking couple of toes, but dammit I want a top 5.. never had one at that point.
On the last lap it really hurt.. I had a vision of ground down toes ( and Doug Polen ), but I had to keep going. Top 5.. go!
After the flag (still ended up 6th I think - I know it was not a top 5) it was killing me but at least I was not grinding it down more. Just after T7 another racer came up to me and pointed frantically down at my foot.
I looked down and it was billowing smoke
By then it was hurting even worse. I picked up my pace and hustled as fast as safety would allow back to the pits. I came screaming into the pits and hit the first canopy I found and yelled "My foot is on fire!!!" I looked down and saw a 1" x 3" glowing ember in the smoke..
I yelled "Where is your fire extinguisher.. put it out put it out!"
A dude grabbed one as I jumped off the bike.. and continued to jump up and down. I did as he tried to hit my foot with the fire sauce that would put it out. He kept missing..
He finally got it and I removed my boot as fast as possible. My toes were still intact with minor burns.
I got back to my pit barefooted and embarrassed.
Would have been totally worth it if I got 5th.
There ya go! Foot on Fire.
More to come.
Why?? Well a friend just texted me about one of them and asked if it was true.
Someone mentioned it to him 34 years after it happened.. holy shit!
**EDIT - Adding the Hooligan shit and moved to general**
So here is FOOT ON FIRE
I had a bad knee from MX racing and always had a hard time stopping my right foot from dragging. I was pretty broke and had to figure out how to make due after I wore out my toe slider.
When it was almost gone I saw little black goobers, which were asphalt sluff off's from when they repaved Sears. So every time I went up to Sears I would peruse the pits looking for the little the rubber like goobers.
They were all over at the time. Cool.
I would pack a few on.. duct tape a couple and add a few more and duct tape again to make layers. They worked really well actually.
One race we showed up and they had cleaned the pits.. no goobers to be found.. anywhere. Oh shit.
I searched and searched.. nothing. I finally started searching my truck for anything that might work. I found... a domino! Solid plastic thick enough.. looked perfect...!
Anyways.. in the race my foot started to get hot. I thought "dammit the domino fell off but I am in 6th place so deal. (3 laps to go or so - we did 11 back in the day).
With two to go I knew I was grinding away skin and I would be left with a bad looking couple of toes, but dammit I want a top 5.. never had one at that point.
On the last lap it really hurt.. I had a vision of ground down toes ( and Doug Polen ), but I had to keep going. Top 5.. go!
After the flag (still ended up 6th I think - I know it was not a top 5) it was killing me but at least I was not grinding it down more. Just after T7 another racer came up to me and pointed frantically down at my foot.
I looked down and it was billowing smoke
By then it was hurting even worse. I picked up my pace and hustled as fast as safety would allow back to the pits. I came screaming into the pits and hit the first canopy I found and yelled "My foot is on fire!!!" I looked down and saw a 1" x 3" glowing ember in the smoke..
I yelled "Where is your fire extinguisher.. put it out put it out!"
A dude grabbed one as I jumped off the bike.. and continued to jump up and down. I did as he tried to hit my foot with the fire sauce that would put it out. He kept missing..
He finally got it and I removed my boot as fast as possible. My toes were still intact with minor burns.
I got back to my pit barefooted and embarrassed.
Would have been totally worth it if I got 5th.
There ya go! Foot on Fire.
More to come.
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