Saturday, August 09, 2008

Off To The Races

I am currently in the little town of Castle Rock Washington with my parental units in their beautiful motorhome, using my trusty air card, to watch the First Annual Dick Andrea Grand National Flat Track motorcycle races and I am having a blast!
My Dad used to come here in the Seventies, back when he did motorcross, to watch the Flat Track races and there are some of his buddies here from way back when still running teams.I used to live nearby and have partied here several times.

I haven't been to a flat track race since I got dragged out of the San Jose Mile back in the Eighties in an arm bar by the local police for telling one to Fuck Off, after getting drunk on Tequila at nine in the morning.
Ahh, the good old days, that was a long, painful walk, over an eighth of a mile, getting my arm twisted out of the socket.
No sense of humor assholes.
Anyway. I had a blast last night and they are just now starting to practice for the even better show tonight.

This is a small track, kinda in the middle of nowhere and ya kinda have to know about it but there are a lot of people here and they are all friendly as hell.

Imagine trying this at a sporting event, walking up to the gate drinking a can of beer, several times, and just tossing the empty into a can and heading on in to yer seat.
The security guy's just smile and nod at ya, as long as ya ain't being a dick or are obviously impaired.
My kinda place.
I love it!

I have Dads digital camera and have been taking lots of pictures of some beautiful old bikes, Triumphs, Nortons, Harleys, oh, and a trio of the hottest young ladies, I won't go there, my, my, my.

As soon as I badger him into downloading and Emailing them to me, I will post them over at Fixer and Gordon's.
Ol' Gord would be in heaven here and I have been thinking about him constantly.

Ta ta, I have many more beers calling my name before the evening is over.


  1. If you run across any Royal Enfields, give the tank a kiss for me.

    Sweet ass thumper in its day.

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  3. Hey Busted!

    Glad you are enjoying yourself.

    When I lived in Cambridge, England for 10 very very long years, I had a great friend who owned a Norton.

    Every time life was just too much for me, he'd take me for a spin on the back of his bike. Winding tiny roads. Fast. Lean this way. Hold on.

    Gwad, I loved every minute!

  4. have a good vacation...good for I am off to see the photos...

    ( drink one for me okay)

  5. Anonymous5:47 AM

    Mornin' Busted,

    cbl here -
    hope this link works - and if it does, you'll know why I sent to you smooch smooch

    oh yeah, please do not tell any of my children, but I once owned a Dunstall Dominator - racing package, direct from the factory

    and once saw Kenny Roberts own the field at the San Jose Mile

    sounds like you're having a blast.


  6. Anonymous1:22 PM

    Sounds fucking awesome!

    I once told a cop to fuck off. The motherfucker arrested me and I spent the night in fucking jail.

  7. fremont drag strip also had motorcycle races - saw my first one there back when i was a teen. as an adult, i remember spending weekend at friends and falling asleep to the race engines roaring through the otherwise quiet nights.

  8. We have a Castle Rock here too but mostly known as Rastle Cock.