- #2 - 250SX -
As the series has been thrown back into a rhythmic continuum of sorts, you can see that competitors such as Dylan Ferrandis have been thrown back into the fray in which they love and identify with. This is, considered “normal” for combatants like him; an atmosphere of adrenalized athletic endeavor, where he acts as a modern-day gladiator aboard his pristine 250cc steed. And although he may be considered a bit “down on power,” his circuit times throughout the period of practice sure weren’t a reflection of that, as his episodes of speed were a mere blinking of the eye rather than an identification to become fixated on. A slight preloading of the shock, would be just was needed to send him soaring into outbound territory; landing on the slight tabletop, before hitting the rather long whoop section. And although there weren’t any fans around to cheer him on, he would still be overtaken with a sense of pride as he lunged across the finish line. From that point on, the heat race, and main event, would be the only endeavors left; two outlets, in which he would definitely display his true talents for the world to see. Absolutely nailing his reaction time when spiraling out of the gate, the field would log-jam in the first corner. He felt as though he had to survive, doing whatever was necessary, to keep the chassis on two wheels. All seemed to be well, into a brief excursion to the outside of the track, had him falling into the Utah soil. He looked to gather his thought process, and typical racing form, throughout the remaining portions of laps. Escalating, from a dismal fifteenth, to seventh by the race’s end. Distraught with one of his worst numerical finishes to date, Ferrandis looked to avenge the setback in the coming main event. He would do so, initiating the fifteen-minute brigade with an early lead, although Austin Forkner was just on the cusp of his Kawasaki machine. The number fifty-two would lurk, pressuring the Yamaha with a daunting field of force. And the moment would come, around the 4:30 mark; when a right-hander, just before the “SX” triple, was destined as a place for opportunistic movement. The door was left wide-open, and the Missouri native would absolutely bombard his way into the side of the “1W.” What was left of this equation, would be Ferrandis scurrying off track, and attempting to remount without being cleaned-out by another competitor from behind. Doing what was necessary, Ferrandis would finish the main event in second. Still holding onto the points lead once all was said and done.