I found these a while back, and I had to find them again. I'm never sure what good things like this are good for, but my guess is that they will be well received here at VBMX!
How about the original moto sheets for the semi's and finals for the 14x class at Indy, 1981.
Semis

mains

Bless those grandparents fighting over the souvenirs taped to the wall eh? lol
I don't like to go too into this one for various reasons. This thread was done before, and since I posted these moto sheets, it will come up again, lol.
I finished 1-1-2 in the motos. I slipped a pedal and almost crashed my third moto. I had already qualified, so I decided to go for the fastet track time, which was giving awards and gifts, so I let it all hang out, and almost ate it, and it dawned on me, that even though I had qualifying in the bag, that if I would have gotten hurt, it would have been moot. lol.
Then I got 1-1-1-1(-1?). And I did get the fastest track time of the weekend in class, so I won a bunch of trinkets. I still have the Aero plate, and it is mounted on a bike here. The rest of the trinkets disappeared. A digital clock, stickies, etc...
Mr Anderson, on the other hand, got 1-1-1. and 1-1-1-1-2.
He still hates me. I know it. lol. There are some things there, which in life, give me reasons why I often choose not to go there. But you know what, what the hell, I'll get you a T shirt! (I've got like 12,000 views on 3 threads, but I still don't get a T-shirt. lol. But I'm going to get you one here, cuz that's just how I am! lmao!)
Here is a part of a story I really never tell. And I decided that it never needed to be. But I guess tonight I just feel like , what the hell.... But there is some I still probably never will, lol. Cuz inevitably the walls have ears, it's all comes back around, and frankly, it's a pot I could care less about stirring, leave alone dealing with what comes back..., but, ... the short race, long story version, from the driver's seat, lol.
First, Mr A was NOT happy with me by the TD. And face it, we were kids, and we struggled with all kinds of things in life, including emotions. If you watch the vid, on the zoom ins, there is something that I know, that probably nobody else even knows. I may be the only one that knows what I am seeing when watching that video, (and my close friends have known too), But Mr A was so upset about losing to me, that (if you check the zoom shots) he was actually wiping tears on the gate of the TD that night. So I KNEW, he was not happy with me, and I knew that I wanted to stay away from him on the track! (but still ahead of him in the end, lol) (out comes 138 copies of the DVD being fast fwded to the TD. lol)
If you watch the trophey dash, He (Mr A.) was in lane 8, I was in 7, and there was nobody in lane 6. Frankly, I had a plan, and I wanted to offer him lane 6, or at least wanted to offer him to trade for my lane, ... but I really didn't think that would fly with the others on the gate!!!
I was the youngest (and shortest, lol) on the gate, and there were some heavy hitters in lanes 1-4. And truthfully, I wasn't intimidated by their speed, but I made no mistake about how fast they were, and that I had my work cut out for me if I wanted to be in this thing! !! But I
truly did not want to be mid-pack with them in turn one. So, knowing and watching how things went all weekend, I figured those 4 would all pile up and kill each other in turn one, and during the crash, they would migrate to the outside of the turn. Leaving the inside open for me. The guy with a plan. lol.
If I played my cards right, and IF the history of the weekend repeated itself faithfully, I could make the swoop, avoid getting kilt, and ...and...and... Lots of variables for a 14 year old to plot out on a napkin at 1AM (The TD was run at about 1:30 AM Monday morning as I recall!) .
So I decided to take a
soft gate, (but not too soft, as this is the fastest of the fast on the gate!) and sloooowly, migrate back and outside for an inside swoop plan. Knowing full well, Mr A was going to be going all out, I figured that by the time we neared turn one, I could have an outside line, and that I wouldn't have to back off much for him to get ahead of me and give me a chance to move outside for a swoop line, and when they were all on the brakes, (or in a pile on the floor, lol) I could be on the gas. I also knew that lane 6 was open, so we could migrate (as I said) slowly, and had plenty of room to do so....
So if you were to watch the TD on slow mo (everyone is doing just that now, lmao). ....here is what you would see. I know this is one of the few well documented and retained ...and watched...videos that exist from that era, So that is the only reasons the memories are so vivid, and therefore, may still be interesting to hear about! ...So here is a few things you didn't...or can't...see on the vid. Or things that look suspicious, but can't be confirmed. And honestly, I would never be able to remember the details, but in watching it during local gatherings of recent, I remember it well....every time....and when I do, it all comes back, the emotions and all!
The gate fell, and as I planned, I'd let Mr A
inch ahead, and just about the time...I was going to go hard, and fully implement my plan, to find that speed differential from everyone else that is required for a swoop pass... things changed.
About 3 cranks out of the gate, Mr. A turned his bars no less than 45 degrees into me, and I actually
stopped pedaling to let him elbow air, and I opted to just let him pass to the inside, and get
him out of
my way so I could implement
my plan
my own way!!!. It was immediately apparent that he was truly gunning for me in that race. (I guess I don't care if he reads this anymore, lol) But I was suddenly pizzed, and I truly considered changing my "Clean" riding style and beliefs into something else at that point. True!
So now I'm thinking, this is
crazy, here I am at the World Championships, in the trophy dash, and three pedals out of the gate, I have not only taken a soft gate, but I have actually stopped pedaling to avoid getting hacked and taken out! At that point I really did not like Mr A. ! But, my plan was still good, so I just had to re-group, and implement it quickly.
So I went for the outside, (in the video, you'd think I was aiming for the camera man, or making up my own track! The fact is, I WAS making up my own track layout...er...trying to! )and I hoped I'd see the pile up in turn one. But alas, no such luck. I had all the speed I needed with the line I chose, to do some serious inside passing, but all I saw was a line of traffic, with no room on the inside. And all I could do was grab the binders hard. (Which was odd, you can watch that video, and all day long traffic went wide in turn one! And pile-ups were like clockwork there too!).
But the crash which I was sure that would happen in turn one, didn't happen in turn one, but it did happen in turn 2. This opened the door for an entirely ad lib plan! I knew the key at that point would be to avoid bodies, and if I could, then anything was still possible. So I evaded, and eluded, and went "Freestyle" up to turn 3, and I was actually entering into third place in turn 3!
This is where Mr A had come off of his bike too, and I was only too glad to go past him....and give him one of these...

, as I had the speed, and I had MY favorite premium line in that turn, and he was off his bike, and I could leave him in the rear view, and look for the next guy ahead.
At this point the camera goes off of he and I. And there is some oddity, here I am flying into a turn that I had mastered all weekend, and I had a lot of speed, and Mr A is standing there taking his bike for a walk. But in the next frames, we are still in the turn, and he is actually coming out ahead of me. Strange. As memory serves, just as he was hopping back on his bike, and as I was just about to do this...

... His foot which was coming over his bike to get back on it, instead of his foot landing on HIS pedal, conveniently landed on MY pedal! ( or back tire, or all of the above, but I think it was the pedal and ankle, and I remember having another blast of WTF angry feelings towards Mr A at that point. ), and almost knocked me down, but it only knocked my foot off. But, it gave him time to get on, and suddenly it was a drag race, and a grudge match, between he and I.
However, (since you are watching it on slow mo now, lol) you will see that he positioned himself in such a way, that I was almost pushed off of the inside of the next jump. I think I had about 3 inches of jump that I was clawing onto with my comp ST! At that point, I almost snapped, and considered paying him back for the cut, for the foot, and for the attitude, by fighting back and shoving him into the upper deck of the bleachers! And if that wasn't enough, (off camera as well) there was a cone on the inside of the track following that jump, and he almost shoved me into it, ...and at that point, I didn't care about anything (except maybe pushing him down! lol), as the finish line was already being crossed by Lee Medlin, but I had to make a decision whether or not to get personal, and shove him back, right up into the bleachers, or to take my win, and go home happy, and let him be the jerk face that he wants to be. (I'm just layin' down down the facts from my own perspective 30 years ago, for reader amusement, and so someone can get a T-shirt!)
So, I made the call, and I sat down on my seat, and let him go be a big baby by himself (like I said, it was how I was feeling at the time. It's my story, and I can tell it any way I want to!) And so I went home happy without incident, and still with no love lost to orange and blue colors. But to this day, when I watch that video, I can't help but think how different our local guys rode, and how the attitudes differed around the country, and I can't help but wonder,
if I had known going into that TD, that he was going to play it like he did, if I wouldn't have just let him have it. Sometimes I wish I would have shoved him right off into the toolies and played his game tougher than he did. As a competitor, there was not much love lost between he and I at the time. In fact, I wasn't much for orange and blue all together, as at the time, I thought they were all a bunch of arrogant jerk faces! (That will get you the shirt for sure now!)
Now that I am 41 years old, I am 99% glad that I chose the high road that day, and took all the lessons it gave me.
But there is that one percent of me (or so, lol) that can look back and think I should have hopped off my bike as he was pushing me off the jump and pushing me into the cone, and I should have jumped on his back, and drug him right off the back of his bike for being such a big baby/sore loser about losing to me in the mains. Those kinds of feelings alone helped me learn way back then, why it's best to always take the high road.
BMX taught me lots of lessons in life. IN most cases, BMX altogether, taught everyone here more than they can even quantify. That race was good for a lot of people. Including Mr.A. He needed a good loss under his belt! HA! And truth be known, I was happy to be the one to do it!
In reality, I am always humble about that race. You won some, you lost some. You gave it your best, and nobody
ever wins them all.
...In the end, the only things that matter, are the lessons that you learned while driving down that road. Nothing else matters, not the trophies, not the fame, not the glory, not the ego. In fact, that part usually works against you. It's best to just play the subtle card.
(Unless you are trying to get someone a T-shirt)
And on a complete side note lesson that was learned that day. Lee Medlin was one fast mo-fo!
What was the topic again?....
~~~~goes to the garage to work on his
new 1959 boat~~~~
Cheers, and enjoy the T-shirt, cuz I have a feeling there will be hell to pay for this post of mine....one way, or another. lmao.
So how about a
Role Call on the people on those moto sheets!!!?