With the port of his exhaust oozing with smoke, Adam Smerdon would sit along the starting gate, frantically itching for his moment to begin this respective duel. He felt ready and capable, visualizing this particular instance for quite sometime; magnifying his target in the confines of the first turn, and looking to gallop out of the gates on top of his steed. Shifting that “bucking bronco” into gear, it would be that of the Schoolboy 2 (12-17) B/C race awaiting him first; where he immediately began to sprint around the ever-roughening Underground MX track. Slapping the shrouds with a bull-whip of sorts, you could see the dust trail behind him beginning to amplify; covering the adjacent crowd into a film of minuscule soil composition. Those particles, would have others gasping from breath; all the while he scurried away, to a relatively sound tenth overall. His true efforts though, would shine brightest in the 250 B classes; where a multitude of sound overall competitors awaited him. Scouring the line-up prior to take-off, many on the fence-lines knew that this would be an absolute battle royale; as numerous contenders, chose to throw their name into the hat for an overall championship run. The number forty-two exemplified excellent craftsmanship, especially in the latter race’s of the afternoon; where the sun would bake this pristine Texas composition. Although becoming littered with pot-holes, braking bumps, and jagged edges of all sorts, Smerdon’s ability to pinpoint the smoothest line would render him far above the vast majority of competition. His prerequisites of sharp-shooting, had him firing off rounds well into the top ten; placing in ninth in the first race of 250 B. Yearning to duplicate that course of action, he would launch over the myriad of large obstacles that were branded around the raceway; all the while holding off riders like Dylan Cunha, as they toggled over the sixth place residency. An illustrious conclusion to an overall “tip of the hat” performance, Smerdon would do what was necessary to clinch the matter of sixth overall as well. Then, it was time for the 250 B limited class to be bestowed upon him; where stock machinery, would be nestled under the frame of all his surrounding counterparts. He knew the field was even, and began to diligently prepare for the war that was about to take place. Sharpening the bayonet, he would plunge into the parameters of the first few corners; looking to separate himself from the field, with a slashing of the sword. One lap after another, he remained a staple at the front of the crowd; moving from eighth place in the early going, to that of the top five. Although finishing here, he knew that deep down, he had more in the tank. Shortly thereafter, the brackets would unleash the stampede yet again, and he simply wouldn’t oblige to anyone; yielding to all signs of surrender, and continued to volley forward with absolute reckless abandon. Now into the top two with only a few short circuits to go, he would trail only Levi Kitchen at the finish; being granted a noteworthy silver medal slot, as he rode-off into the Texas sunset.
Although a bit too young to recall the day’s of John Wayne, Adler Caudle would ride into the county lines of Underground seeking vengeance on the surrounding opposition in his respective congregation. Many would amass behind these forty(plus) starting gates, looking over their shoulder in unison as he revved his bike to the moon. His particular engine, that ever-so deafening roar, created a rumble that other’s simply couldn’t fathom; and not only would they adhere to his dictation, many would simply follow his respective path around the track. Never once, attempting to pass, or try and reflect his systematic movement patterns. Contesting both Mini Sr. classes, he understood the magnitude of the enemy; knowing that infantry may await him on the other-side of these monstrous jumps, but his outright courageousness would lend him to prevail when his machine would crash to the ground with an outpouring of speed and aggression. There were those on the outskirt’s of this architect-relic of a track, simply categorizing him as an “orange blur;” where a coupling of both surplussed RPM and daunting style, had his numerical branding quite hard to magnify. Nevertheless, he would combat the opposition for a various set of laps; holding numerous inside lines, while riders like Luke Fauser and Landen Gordon chased his rear fender. The fortitude he constructed was rather remarkable, especially when blitzing down the chop-ridden straightaways in an unfathomable fifth gear! Being ushered by his mechanic and accompanying crew, the first race placement of sixth, was definitely something to build off of. He looked at the next platform of racing as a mirror of sorts; believing that he could reflect what had just occurred, and place his number eighty-six machine into the top five overall. Becoming interlocked with that of Casey Cochran, the Floridian would wade his way through this lonesome prairie of Texas configuration; and Caudle’s ability to trail him was rather exceptional. Doing what was necessary for this particular race as well, the individualistic tally of multiple sixth place finishes, would garner him fifth, in the overall registry. Next on the docket of classes to conquer, was that of the Mini Sr. 2 category; where although the colleagues in his proximity were a bit older, he felt as though his particular set of skills could have him soaring to prominence once the checkered flag was waved. He could feel the chassis beneath him beginning to swap around at times; especially, when digging harshly on both the front and rear brake rotors. These gyrating cylinders of stopping-power were bubbling with absurd temperatures; all because of his pertinent throttle twisting, throughout every inch of the Underground course. Once again, putting forth an admirable showcase in that of the sixth position, his best result of the weekend would occur in the final round of the aforementioned class. Now being tabbed into the fourth spot, the overall accumulation of points, would bolster him to a fourth overall to begin the respective racing year. And although just a taste of the top five, you can guarantee that Caudle is hungrier than ever for success in the future.
What Mr. Scott lacks in age, he most definitely makes up for in that of expertise on the motorcycle. His wisdom is impeccable, and the hours of studying his favorite professional riders, are certainly coming to fruition when he climbs aboard his particular machine. Although in 50cc classes, you would think that Alan was tackling corners and jumps of all kinds, as though he were on a factory 450cc engine! There was simply few obstacles on this utopian Underground circuit, that could stop him; and that of the competition, wasn’t one of them. Throughout practice, Scott would rise to the top of timing and scoring; as numerous other racer’s and their pit crew’s, highlighted his name in imminent fashion. There was no question as to how much of a threat he was, and he could sense their fear, when rolling to the line for the first race of the 51cc (4-6) Limited class. Although riders from all around the globe had begun to surround him, his outlook remained glued on the path ahead. Whisking the throttle back and forth, you could sense the seriousness and solidarity he presented; all though his facial expression, would be masked by the shell of his helmet and respective vision apparatus. Names like Nightingale, Smart, and Rains, were there immediately as the field bundled within the first few corners; yet, rather than hover and stick to the inside, he would flock to a multitude of outer lines. Searching for a string of smoothness and breathing room, all the while running down the waving of the checkered flag. The Cobra’s, slithering as a harmonious unit, would hiss at one another; and any opposing rattlesnake that attempted to deter his pathway, was booted with authority while he sent the number sixty-one machine floating into the stratosphere. Now heralded into that of third, he was anticipating any even tougher road to the checkered, for race number two. Tearoff’s would be flying, and pellets of roost would ricochet off his chest; although riding with a bit of safety armor across his torso, sheer grit and a clinch of the jaw would be the qualities rendering him well through the storm. Attempting to dodge any trap set by familiar foe, it would come down to he, Smart, and Rains in the final moments of action. Putting his machine into fourth, a duplicate overall standing just inside the top five, would be sorted next to his name and number. The “E-Bike” mini class, was a realm of racing action where he absolutely thrived with astonishing finishes. The duo of both he and Kade Nightingale, were an immaculate group racing one another from start until end. Scott would hold his own, and then some; hitting the various tabletop’s and double jumps with throttle twisting capabilities few could imagine. And in doing so, not only would he register second in the initial “play-off;” but he too, would follow his first race result with a duplicate performance, this time, taking a silver medal back home to native city. None other than that of, Onalaska, Texas.
Although calling Georgia home, the Waldele crew exclaimed their excitement for this event many months ago; circling that of the “SPRING A DING DING” championship on their calendars, and making it a must-attend expenditure, for that of the 2020 season. Armed with Yamaha weaponry that would scare all in the field, he felt rather dignified to put his true abilities on display; making both his family and friends proud while competing on a national scale. Adapting rather fast in practice, you could see that he the number 674 had a certain knack for finding the smoothest lines; especially in the loamy parts of the track, furthest away from the starting gate. And although the bumps were already beginning to grow rather grotesque, he felt capable of defending both the track and opposition that combatted him; understanding the ability he harnessed, and what he was capable of once he was unleashed for the racing format. First on the ballot of classes, would be that of the 51cc (4-6) Special Limited class; a place where riders like Kade Nightingale, Deegan Sugamele, and Bensyn Levan would await him. He knew the competition would be valiant, but displaying extreme amounts of courageousness; nothing but raw power was then enacted through the throttle hand, twisting the grip to the utmost extent, while rummaging through the chaos in the initial portions of competition. Dodging a sea of yellow flags, he refused to become stagnant to the crowd that lingered ahead; and instead, improvise with adaptations of lines, that few others would even notice. Hitting the largest of sweepers standing on the foot-pegs, you could almost here the chassis bottoming out on occasion; yet his strength aboard the Yamaha machine, allowed him to soak up a rather large majority of the obstacles. And although a slight bobble on lap two would occur, the attrition was most definitely noticeable; getting him back to the seventh position, as all was said and done. For the duplicate course of action, the pack would fight all sorts of decaying variables; including the track, and racing atmosphere. Unlike anything they’d ever seen before, they braved the elements, powering their respective 50cc machines to unbeknownst heights while looking to tackle the checkered flag. Fourth once all was said and done, his final placement would certainly justify a sixth place overall. Now for the Shaft Drive Limited division, he was immediately delegated as an overall standout. Compiling multiple circuits of distinct harmony, he truly couldn’t be touched by riders that attempted to intervene from behind. And at absolutely no point, in either moto, would the Georgia native become discouraged; instead, rallying to a sweeping of the field, and significant placement of two first place overall’s. Earning one of the first titles of his career, was certainly a milestone; yet, instead of sitting back and relishing the accomplishment, an outpouring of both hunger and desire would then come. The number 674 machine has now designated himself as a threat to all in the 50cc division; where many have placed a bounty on his particular name, doing whatever it takes, to capture him.
Trekking east on horseback, Garib and crew would venture through all different types of terrain before making their way to the Underground MX Facility. They were on the hunt for nationalized recognition, yearning to test their skillset amongst the best riders in the world. And they most certainly found it, when rolling through the gates; realizing the roster was filled with upper-echelon talent, smack dab in the heart of the Texas prairie. Knowing that he had numerous pieces of weaponry, his ammunition had been stockpiled for quite sometime now; and the unleashing of bullets, arrows, and dirt pellets, would force many in the field to immediately flounder. Pushing a pace that few could replicate, his efforts in qualification would almost warrant a stand-still by those around him; taking aim at the top of the leaderboard, and simply nothing else. Shortly thereafter, in the hours to follow, he would line up for the Supermini 2 (13-16) class; knowing good and well, this could be one of his toughest trials to date. He would begin the escapade in third, believing that his stamina and raw sprint speed would hold him able to execute the task at hand. Jousting with riders like Daxton Bennick, the pair of KTM’s were seemingly less than a second from one another for quite sometime. Although the newcomer to the Supermini class was a bit young for the division, the number 241 carried a plethora of speed; and would actually make his way around Garib near the halfway point. However, rather than be discouraged, Garib would up the pace in his own right; doing what was necessary, to put his machine ahead and once and for all. Solidifying the third place ride, his bronze medal placement on the results sheet, would be rather noteworthy. He would come alive though, in the depths of the Supermini 1 (12-15) class; where a pair of Kawasaki riders, along with Evan Ferry, would quickly strike and force him to escalate. Paying no attention to the accolades of the crowd around him, Garib would press on; focusing on only that of the final flag waving from the scoring booth. He and Evan Ferry, would quarrel over the podium position for quite sometime; and although the number seventy-five would get the better at this point in time, Garib would look to settle the score in the following outlet. Hitting his marks when blasting off the starting line, had him sending a ripple of fear throughout the pack; including the race winner’s of the first moto. And although DiFrancesco was making a run for the checkered out front, Garib was doing all in his power to keep Towers away. Riding with a bit of defensive tactic, his exclamation would be over numerous double jumps; over-jumping at times, just to compress the chassis and throttle out immediately upon descending from the summit. Crafting a performance for the ages, his third place in this moto, would situate him into third overall; doing what was necessary, to secure a bronze medal to his resume.
Although still competing among the smallest of racing machines, Levan and his team knew that the “SPRING A DING DING” event was a “must,” on the overall event itinerary. In order to better his skillset, Levan would have to get better; understanding that the process of excelling down the road, would begin with race of this magnitude. And upon arrival to the facility, you could see the sense of excitement that would overtake him; clasping his hands together with enthusiasm and assertion, knowing that his opportunity of performing was literally, just around the corner. With spurs mounted to his boots, he would stride to the line for practice; looking to finagle his way into the front of the crowd. Dodging numerous riders while throwing down spectacular lap-times, he would forecast nothing but success after the conclusion of qualification. First up, in his three-bout stance of racing episodes, was that of the 51cc (4-6) Limited division. Garnering a spot around the top ten, Levan knew that his opponents would rough him up if necessary; as the feel of the “Wild West” not only embodied the event and its brand, but was portrayed in a riding manner by fellow competitors as well. Yet, he wouldn’t think twice about racing hard and aggressive; running many of those who opposed him a bit wide, while he dashed away toward the final section of finish line obstacles. Crossing the line with a duplicate pattern of tenth place overalls, Levan knew that his results would skew up, once his other classes would arise. Registered in seventh to begin the 51cc (4-6) Special Limited class, he would immediately through the idea of becoming stagnant, out the window; wanting to showcase his best capabilities, while blitzing around the Underground circuit. The handlebars would appear to slap the sides of the steering stem; especially down the furthest back straightaway. Yet, the grip and strength of his forearms, proved that his musculature could outdo the erratic manner of the Cobra beneath him; pushing to a noteworthy fifth, once his engine finally subsided. The second moto, however, was a place where he initially sat fourth; knowing that he had little time to waste, and a podium overall was most certainly not out of the question. Therefore, he began to work, chipping away at the totality of this four lap brigade. Finding a spot for that of second place, Levan was felt extremely gratified when walking away with a third overall. The “E-Bike” mini class, was a place where a sixth overall would be tallied in the box-score, for the first round of circuitry. Yet, he knew he could do better; and would stand tall at the gates, when his respective machine was announced. Rising to the occasion, he would transcend onto a route of success, taking third overall as things would subside. Now with the 2020 season looming ahead, Levan can’t wait to show what he’s made of, at the rounds of racing that remain ahead for the rest of the year.
Staying true to his last name, Bjorn Viney would somehow manage to intertwine and warp the competition into a bit of whirlwind by the time matters would conclude at the “SPRING A DING DING” national. Running three different classes, his skillset would flourish throughout an array of machinery; exposing himself to competitors on 250, 350, and 450 machines as well. No matter what the occasion necessarily called for, Viney would rise to it; putting his full effort into the task at hand, and exemplifying characteristics that made many focus their outright attention onto him. He felt supreme when rolling to the line for 250 A, knowing that a host of other cowboy’s would be on their valiant search for gold as well. The field would unravel, and Viney would hold down the seventh place spot for quite sometime. Seth Hammaker, the only other Kawasaki inside the top ten, was out front; and VIney would look to him for lines and intricate maneuvering. Yet, he couldn’t become too outlandish with his focus; instead, locking into a battle with riders like Chase Lorenz and Joshua Milmi in the latter stages. Put into a spot of ninth, he then would head to the Open Pro Sport division, where even more RPM’s would be revved among the line of competitors. In a stampede of sorts, this sea of riders would bullrush the finish-line; almost as if the referee were the matador, and they were looking to unravel their aggression. It was Hammaker out front, and Viney had the likes of Jesse Flock and Chandler Baker all over him. He would disregard that notion however, pushing to the front with a heightened sense of alertness; hitting all of his marks in the meantime. He could hear the Yamaha’s behind him roaring to an unfathomable degree, yet, there was no way he could look over his shoulder; as an ounce of fear, could be shown with a subtle look over. Doing what was necessary, he would power forward past the final flag with an excellent showing of attrition; taking second. Reiterating his staying power, a notable sixth would then be garnered in the second round; placing him to third overall, and amped-up with a surplus of gratification. It was then time to head to the Collegeboy Class; where Viney would be tabbed as an early favorite. And to put it simply, Viney would dominate; making his way around Levi Wosick on lap number two, never looking back in the process. Growing the gap to a noteworthy lengthening of over fifteen-seconds, there was no question as to who would be the betting favorite for round number two. Many in the field were absolutely petrified in fear, as Viney ripped out to an early lead over Wosick and John Citrola. Significantly increasing his gap as time dwindled down, at the end of the six lap quest, Viney was announced champion; outright winning both races, and clinging to a gold medal spot, on his way back to Murrieta, California.
The Husqvarna pilot from California would disregard all air-traffic orders in route to his Texas quest, landing at the storied Underground MX Facility; hoping to distinguish himself amongst the best in the business, for this particular March weekend. The amateur national tour had gotten off to a strong start, and after building off a highly-touted 2019 run, the sky appeared to be the limit for Ray, when he looked to tackle the “SPRING A DING DING” event. Collaborating with fellow members of his team, they developed a plan of attack on the opposition; hoping to flank and startle them with a series of strong starts, coupled with outright strong laps. He could see the forthcoming matter coming to fruition immediately; even for the round of practice, where he would be nestled amongst riders from around the globe. Holding his own, and then some, you could sense that Ray had another gar to tap into; especially, when he vaulted through the air over the gigantic obstacles in the middle of the track. Throwing the chassis to the side as he flew parallel with the tail wind, he felt rather calm and collected upon landing back to mother earth; quickly throttling out with authority, before practice would eventually come to a close. All in all, he was a rider that didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon; and that would translate into that of 250 B; where his first moto score of an eighth, would set the tone for the rest of the weekend. Hopping aboard the 125cc 2-stroke machine next, his numerical placement to begin the first moto of 125cc (12-17) B/C would register him in single digit contention; if he could just keep the pace enacted, through the storm that laid ahead. Riders would begin to drop out of contention in a consecutive manner, laying over the chassis on one side while attempting to restart. He would do nothing of the sort, putting the nineteen machine into sixth once and for all, while waiting for the second moto. Ray would this time, have to come from the tenth place position; where each lap, he would find a remedy to move forward. Eventually being located into the fifth place ride, he would finish just behind that of Crockett Myers; proving as to just why, he’s now being solidified as a mainstay in the division. That fifth place overall, of the previously noted division, would then be toppled by the Schoolboy 2 outing. It was here, where a top five quest, began this particular division on the right note. He felt strong, motivated, and enthusiastic about his performance once all was said and done; understanding, that this second moto, was a platform in which he had to seize. Blasting off the starting line, his gain on the racetrack would reap dividend’s; sewing the rear tread into this lush Texas soil, all the while clanging through the gearbox with absolutely zero hesitation. In other words, his performance would equate him to fourth overall; an excellent result by all means, to begin this particular year of 2020.
Eagerly looking to establish himself on the national scale, Brennan Schofield and crew felt as though the “SPRING A DING DING” was a platform that could be acknowledged by all in the industry. It was a place where the best of the best, so to speak, came to battle on one specific platform; under the watchful eye of numerous media members and industry insiders. He couldn’t let that previously noted pressure overwhelm him though; and instead, embody the moment that was at hand, relishing under the Texas skyline. This particular expenditure, which should be noted, was one of long venture; traveling all the way from Nova Scotia, Canada to attend this particular event. And with a drive of that magnitude, you could understand why Schofield’s amount of epinephrine was rising on an exponential level; knowing what was at stake, and hoping to accumulate as many possible results as possible. All throughout practice, the young man would dig with utter tenacity; ripping the throttle as hard as possible, while plowing the ever-thick loam that scattered the raceway. Nearly clipping many of the inside yellow track markers, he appeared to use every inch of track in his pursuit of a daunting time on the timing and scoring monitor. Escalating a degree that few others could fathom, Schofield appeared ready, willing, and able, to take on the main event’s that were to come. Squeezing into a single digit numerical classification as the laps were winding down for the 250 C class, he knew he couldn’t yield to anyone else on the track; instead, blazing a trial in his own right, even if it were off the beaten path of many fellow counterparts. Registering sixth, the second moto would a proposition of succession; where he would tackle the raceway with outright rage and absolutely zero empathy. It was Jacob Henry out front in the meantime, yet, Brennan wouldn’t let the number 515 venture far. He would do all in his power to contain the lead, pushing his Yamaha machine into second one final time, as the race would conclude. The 125 C class, was a place where numerous 2-strokes would attempt to merge into the first turn; where Schofield managed to dodge a surplus of carnage, and get out to an open pathway of his own. Standing up and above the saddle his machine, he would hold the reign rather tight in his hand; looking to bolster one hundred percent effort, all the way to the finish line. That would be much the case entering a second digit numerical tally into the record books, and aspiring to mirror it in the forthcoming hours. Getting a much needed strong start behind Bryce Lizarraga, he would do all in his power to make the move stick on the KTM rider. Inside to outside, his sense of urgency was apparent; violently scrubbing everything from minuscule ant-hills, to the largest of doubles. And although he would have to eventually reside here, he put the entire class on notice, that he was most certainly here to stay.
Although contesting the majority of Women’s competition, Brianna has now began to venture into predominantly male division’s; willing to go up against some of the fastest riders from around the country, despite the aggression level of her newfound class rising substantially. She welcomed that idea, feeling as though the task was completely conquerable prior to the gate being risen at the infamous “SPRING A DING DING” event. The number 115 Kawasaki looked to exploit the weaknesses of those around her; regardless of any variable they may have possessed. Practice was a platform for her to not only establish confidence in herself, but to creep into the minds of competition; striking them with abundant worry and fear, long before the green flag would wave for the opening moto. Once timing and scoring had her name listed in a sufficient position, the Michigan native appeared to be “all-systems-go," in regard to the racing mantra she was about to display. First up, would be arguably one of the toughest “C” class division’s; where riders on various 250cc machines, looked to push her aside immediately in the realm of the first turn. Hitting a multitude of inside grooves, she yearned to fend off as many riders as possible; before developing a sense of raw speed, that few others could replicate. Many would bottle up behind her, frantic that they couldn’t adapt to her pace; and this particular realm, would leave her with an eighth and eleventh place respectively; equating to a tenth overall on the scoring sheet. For the 450 C class meanwhile, she quickly disregarded the abundance of power that attempted to engulf her; putting respective power to her machine in an order that few could replicate. Plunging into the sandy loam on the far side of the track, these dozer-built berms on the side of the track, continued to be a place for her to ricochet off of; keeping the forward locomotion of her Kawasaki in full-swing, as she darted toward the finish line. Again, Brianna was considered a staple in the top ten; housing single digit numerals, for both the first and second moto respectively. Tallying a ninth place on the stat sheet, her expertise would then loom toward the familiar bracket of Women’s competition; where she looked to excel with high demand. With a ballot of stacked competition all around her, Scheltema immediately began to fight over a podium residency; with the likes of Tayler Allred and Mikayla Nielsen. Never one to back down, she attempted to cling to the rear wheel of Nielsen for quite sometime; doing what was necessary, to maintain the bronze medal spot by the time the checkered flag arose. The second moto was a duplicate image of this notion; and before heading back to Michigan, Brianna’s name would become engraved in that of a spectacular third place residency.
Moving into a new division, can be a scary task for anyone; but the jump from the Girls (9-13) class to that of the Women’s sector, is about as frightening of a leap as one could imagine. The utter tenacity that the elder bracket possesses, is truly remarkable; and a place where numerous combatants would wait her, at this year’s “SPRING A DING DING” event. Sporting stellar finishes in the past, she hoped to continue building off her heavily accoladed resume that had been enacted thus far; beginning with the likes of practice, here at Underground. The track would immediately begin to be littered with chop, yet her ability to stand and rhythmic hop throughout the course of enormous braking bumps, would fare her well in the grand scheme of things. Then, once it was time for her respective number to be called, she willingly stepped up to the plate; taking a swing for the fences, with the starting of her KTM engine. Roaring into the first turn, she knew the likes of the older competition wouldn’t let her in too easy; yet, rather than shying away in fear, she would plunge into the fray with an even further degree of fury and speed. Keeping the front end light through numerous roller sections, would help her prevail; to an outcome of fourth, in the first moto of Women’s competition. As the population of the class would then congregate once again, mere hours later, it was Richards who felt capable of garnering another top five result. Running the KTM to the absolute highest degree, helped enable her to hit the largest obstacles on the track; summiting through the air, with a bit of flare unforeseen by many in the crowd. Her capabilities were endless, as she continued to storm around the circuit even with the checkered flag in the foreground. Taking fourth overall, it would be that of the Girls (11-16) class occurring next. And although the class title may have changed, Richards knew that she would have to bring an abundance of enthusiasm and force to this respective outing as well; creating a wondrous masterpiece of riding, the moment her tires rolled onto this respective Texas canvas. It was Kyleigh Stallings out front, with Nielsen in tow; and Richards, hailing from New Jersey, doing all that she could to represent the Northeast. Lap after lap, she would fend off riders like Madison Blanchett, Mayla Herrick, and Hanna Trujillo; riders of tremendous talent, who weren’t making these final few circuits very easy. Never once shying away from a quarrel of sorts, Richards would put her machine into overall podium contention; proving that she was more than capable, of demonstrating this aptitude for numerous races to come.
The name of Brock “Walker, Texas Ranger” had never been more fitting than for this particular time in 2020; where the young man from the town of Joshua, looked to fight until the bitter end, in order to secure solid finishes at the “SPRING A DING DING” event. Mustering every bit of sweat and effort he could concoct, the diligence he displayed when locked behind these respective handlebars, was truly admirable. In qualification, his presence was imminent; standing out to the highest of regard, even when others were scattered all along the racetrack. No matter what stood in his way, Walker was able to complete unblemished laps; doing so with style that had many in the industry taking notice as well. Riding a multitude of classes, the first would be that of the 125cc (12-17) B/C class; where a bundle of high-flying 2-strokes, would swarm the likes of Underground on the green-flag lap. Standing upright with a head-forward style, his ability to keep the chassis in check would pay-off rather well; especially in the outlying laps of the race’s, where many competitors fatigued. Pushing forward to a rightful position of fourth, Walker felt rather glorified to start the weekend on a strong note. For the following round of action in this particular class, he could sense that the Yamaha of newfound 125 rider Myles Gilmore was behind him. There was no way he would let the Cairo native around, creating a blockade on numerous instances around these sweeping corners; meanwhile, he would push to a position of eighth, before all was said and done. Now tabbed with a sixth overall, his ascension would only gleam of higher registry in the forthcoming classes; including that, of the Schoolboy 1 division. Once again, tackling the fierce Underground layout with an abundance of might, an eighth place in the first outing would be a predecessor for a come-back of sorts; where his degree, was substantially amplified for the second moto. Starting off in third, it would be only Gage Stine in front of him after a series of circuits; and he would push the number seventy to a rightful position of second. And once these scores were accumulated, Walker would be equated to that of fourth overall. However, in arguably his toughest bracket of racing, that of the 250 B Limited class, Walker would show-up in tremendous fashion. Here, his third place in the opening moto, amongst some of the strongest names in the sport, would be duplicated yet again in the following bout; where a noteworthy fifth place, would have him shuffled amongst the litter of names in the overall pecking order. The consistency would pay off; in a tremendous manner, doing just enough, to finish behind the likes of Levi Kitchen and Adam Smerdon. Once the event had concluded, Walker felt as though he’d shown his true worth; escalating his status and slogan, to becoming the “New Sheriff In Town.”
With a last name that seemingly rolls off the tongue, Bryce Lizarraga was a competitor who became synonymous with success for this year’s “SPRING A DING DING” national. The track of Underground, was a place where the number 515 machine felt free to roam; creating a path that was considered uncharted, storming through the frontier for a plethora of gold at the finish line. Seeking the aforementioned medallion with all of his willpower, an illustrious flow of scrubbing and whipping would occur throughout practice; throwing the chassis sideways over the various of mounds of hip-jumping and tripling instances in the middle of the infield. Poised with both craft and wit that few could even imagine, he would then transcend to that of racing parameters; where a multitude of “C” classes would await him. First on his list of division’s to take part in, would be that of the 250 “C” Jr (12-17) Limited class; where numerous riders would attempt to knock him off the course in which he desired. Things would begin to unravel rather fast in the first moto, where Jacob Henry would take an early lead. He felt capable of overtaking the fellow KTM rider, yet, decided to watch some of his lines while trailing him; setting up an optimal place to pass, when the moment was right. Sweeping through the vast “S” curve in the middle of the track, his ability to open up the throttle was exceptional; even when converging into the abundance of chop before these sweeping left’s and right’s. Holding onto second with outright authority, he looked to topple the effort in the following moto of the class. Bryce would be on a mission like no other for this particular bout, starting off in second, and eyeing the familiar foe of Henry from the inception of the moto. Quick to pull out his weaponry from the holster, a multitude of pellets would be sprayed from his pistol; seemingly distracting the competition, as clouds of smoke arose in his proximity. That aforementioned sight, would be enough to confuse that of Henry; putting him into a lull of sorts, after a mistake on lap three. It was here, where Bryce would capitalize; taking the opportunity his opponent had given him, and running with it in a diligent manner. It was enough to garner the win, putting an exclamation on a title run for the (12-17) year old class. And after accumulating that substantial momentum, he would then broadcast his efforts in the 125 “C” class; where numerous other 2-stroke riders would await him. It was then, at that point in time, where utter domination was exemplified; winning both races in outright fashion, and garnering his first title of the year on the national circuit.
Calling that of New Jersey home, Richards knew that traveling west would be venturing into a trail of unknown territory. He’d heard rumors and tall tales, of what was nestled on the vast prairies of Texas terrain. Although scary, it was that simple speckle of fear that motivated him; propelling him to take on the first national of the year, otherwise known as the “SPRING A DING DING” event. It was challenge that few felt they were capable of, yet, the resiliency of this young man would prove him more than capable of conquering the competition while at Underground. And much was the case, immediately for qualification. Ushered off the start-straightaway by a green flag, he took absolutely no-time to scan the track for smooth lines; instead, launching every obstacle in sight, while blistering away from the field. And that specific ideology, was on that he hope to reciprocate for racing portions of competition as well; where he would begin, in the 65cc (10-11) Limited class. Storming out of the gate, he would be well on his way to immediate podium contention in this specific outing; hitting the numerous rollers around the course, in an eye-opening fourth to fifth gear! The chassis would attempt to fish-tail on more than one occasion; yet, with brute strength and force, he was able to reprimand the Yamaha; and force it to hold true to its course. Irritating numerous riders behind him, his blistering speed couldn’t be penetrated by the pack; resulting in an exceptional second place, to begin the course of action. For that of the second moto as well, he would reside in the top five; venturing into a rightful position of fourth before all would conclude, equating to a silver-medal registry, by the time racing was halted. And then, the 65cc open class would come to fruition; a place where riders of all ages, would congregate and attempt to compete with one another. He stood tall amongst the crowd, his Yamaha gleaming with fortitude while chasing down that of leader, Seth Dennis. Although hailing from opposing coasts, the two would meet in the center of the track for multiple shootout’s; firing off round after round at one another. This, would totalize his margin as second overall on the spreadsheet; signifying that he was nearly on the cusp of clinching a championship. It would come full circle for the 65cc (10-11) class; where an opening finish of second, would have him in tying contention for the overall win. He had to capitalize on the mistakes of others, especially as they lapsed mentally and would exemplify riding mistakes as a result. With Dennis making a critical bobble, Richards was there to clinch what was needed; taking a victory for the moto, and most importantly, venturing back to his home in Jersey, with a stellar number one plate.
“CC Rider” was back yet again for this year’s “SPRING A DING DING” national. And although he was labeled as a preconceived contender, there were few who expected to see the outright speed in which he cast, while staying at the notorious Underground track. No matter which specific practice or race he was conducting, Cochran’s ability to remain agile and vigilant, would push him to new heights; especially during the sections of whooped-out braking bumps, which caused many in his class to flounder. The attention to detail he exemplified was imminent; and he thoroughly yearned to seek and destroy and competitor who stood in his way. Beginning with the Supermini class, his outlook and efforts against elder statesmen were something to note; as he stood on the line, scanning the gate with confidence, rather than fear. Immediately beelining out of his respective path and into the first turn, his situational standing would place him near single digit numerical classification. And he hoped to stay here for some time, especially with riders like Daxton Bennick within striking distance. This particular class was filled with talent, and he would do everything in his power to separate himself. Blitzing around the circuit, he was nearly clipping the numerous banners that surrounded the raceway; distinctively trying to find an edge that hadn’t been warranted by anyone else. Justified as a result, he would finish with an eighth and sixth place tally; taking sixth overall as a result. Moving forward from that specific point, an opening rendition of illustrious craftsmanship, would take place in the 85cc (9-13) open class; where a spectacular second place notion, was granted for all to see. And although he would encounter a bit of trouble in the latter race, his overall score of fifth was still something to be proud of. Finally, the Mini Sr. 1 episode would come; and it was a place where his aspirations were then fulfilled. The top five riders were congested to a high degree; with many riders seemingly shroud to shroud for quite sometime. He did all in his power to contain that of Oklahoma’s Adler Caudle, and that of Krystian Janik too. Swapping back and forth, he would barrel down the plethora of straightaways this track offered; reaching insurmountable top-speed(s) that this RM 85cc machine could generate. Climbing to that of fourth, only the second moto of this respective tandem, would then await him. Beginning the moto outside the top ten, this specific showcase would highlight his ability to decipher lines; and finagle his way through the pack, even when pressure from all sides was amounting. Leaping forward with bundles of positive positioning, by the five lap mark, he’d done enough to reside just behind Logan Best; taking fifth for the moto, but fourth overall in the final standing. Successful in his effort to yield strong results, Cochran now awaits what’s next, on the amateur motocross circuit.
Thoroughly groomed throughout that of Kawasaki’s amateur program, Idaho’s Chance Hymas has officially began the process of transcending into his “big-bike” career. Although not quite to professionalism just yet, it’s an idea that looms on the horizon; and a goal that he hopes to acquire, in the very near future. But for now, and at this respective point in time, he had to focus on putting in a hard day’s work, at the Underground MX Facility; riding into the premises of the “SPRING A DING DING” national, looking to capture what was rightfully his. Signing up for various “B” and Schoolboy classes, his portrayal and practice was that of a fierce champion; one of veteran-like quality, yet still showcasing innovative technique and flare, while launching over the “huge” step-up that was located adjacent to the prior roller section. All who watched, could sense that he was a man on the mission; hoping to do what was necessary, to win as many titles as possible. To begin matters, he would throw his name into the hat for 450 B; where a man by the name of Levi Kitchen awaited him. Just behind that of the starting gate, set two, swinging doors; mimicking a Western saloon, in which Hymas would barrel through. Immediately calling-out that of Kitchen, Levi would simply nod his head in agreement; offering the Underground track, as a facility where they could work matters out. And at this point in time, Hymas was overcome with adrenaline; anxiously awaiting an opportunity to showcase, just who the strongest rider in “these parts” was. Jousting immediately out of the gate, the two riders were darting away from the pack behind them; throwing down lap-times, in the 1:48 second range! Unexplainable by many, competitors like Nate Thrasher and Kaeden Amerine, quickly attempted to blanket the flame that the top two would light; but unfortunately, nothing could be extinguished. Hymas, doing all in his power to get around that of Kitchen, would settle into second; knowing that the pace presented, was one of daunting measure. For round number two, Hymas was forced to work his way through the top four; channeling that of second, by the time lap four had rolled around. Holding onto this respective spot for all he had, his registry of the previously noted spot, would have him locked-in to a notion of silver medal placement. And as crazy as this sounds, that noted overall position, was his worst of the weekend. Dominating from there on out, three respective moto wins, would equate to a miraculous showing of championships; walking away from Underground, with two titles garnered to his name.
Representing the alma mater of Oklahoma with outright speed and ability on the motorcycle, Chandler Baker is taking reign of the Sooner State with authority. As the torch has been passed from natives such as Trey Canard and Justin Bogle, Baker (along with others) have done their job to bring recognition to the territory; shedding light on the area with spectacular results, seemingly at every stop on the national circuit. Much was the case too, for this year’s “SPRING A DING DING” championship; where numerous riders attempted to derail, his heavily desired path to victory. He knew that he road to “gold” wouldn’t be smooth and paved; instead, understanding that the trials and tribulations he would encounter on this grotesque Underground course, would make victory and strong results that much sweeter. Positioned into two outright classes aboard his number 350 Yamaha, he yearned to broadcast an immediate presence for that of practice; escalating further and further into his abundant skillset, through each particular round. Standing up the vast majority of the time, it appeared as though many chasing him, were becoming a bit disgruntled; and rightfully so, as the “Baker Bullet” was one that couldn’t be tamed or ricocheted by anyone else on the track. He would then carry that precedent into the racing quadrant as well; although a dismal fifteenth to begin the moto, wasn’t ideal for his foundational quest. Understanding what was at stake, he immediately put his nose to the grindstone; rummaging through the field with absolutely no empathy to his competitors. Powering through the deep loam of the inner circuit, you could see him cutting across lines in necessary; all in hopes to attain better positioning, when driving to the checkered flag. He would salvage this particular moto, for an outright fifth place notion. Doing much of the same in the second round, he would steadily creep forward to the fourth spot; finishing just behind his fellow Oklahoman, Jesse Flock, on his way to an overall of fourth as well. Reiterating his staying power for that of 250 A as well, an opening position of second in the box-score, would leave team members of all sorts looking toward his respective brand. The work he’d been doing in the off-season was faring supremely well, and he knew that the second moto was a place for him to sew together a masterful overall performance. Dumping a full-course effort into this particular showcase, many others would only trickle their effort behind him; while he, Hammaker, and Flock, took hold of the top three. Residing in third from circuit number two forward, his overall positioning of third was one to note; especially, with the bright lights of professionalism just around the corner.
The Blecha gang was at it bright and early to begin this 2020 season; where the first stop on the tour, would be listed on the rightful proving grounds of Underground MX. It’s a landscape that’s been proven tried and true; especially during times of recent memory. Fast-forwarding to the present, it’s now been labeled as the site of the one and only, “SPRING A DING DING” event. A place where fun and competition merge, interconnecting to create a one-of-a-kind championship. Cole Blecha, though, would equate those two ideologies; becoming more enthused, as his stat sheet became even more fulfilled. That was much the case in qualification too, where Blecha would pay no attention to cautionary advisory warranted by many in his corner; simply “sending it” from the moment his tires spun onto this respective Texas soil. Absolutely nothing was standing in his way for this particular bout; gleaming with confidence and poise as he scanned the starting gates for respective positioning. Blasting out of the gate in an instant, the field for the 65cc (10-11) class would flock to the first corner; hitting fourth gear in the meantime. Delighted with the sheer speed that his accompanying chassis was broadcasting, sent him well into the parameters of the top five; doing what was necessary to attain fourth as he began the weekend, nothing could stop him from succeeding at this point in time. Next to come, was the encore performance of this respective division; where Blecha, would actually move into second for quite sometime. He felt capable of holding onto this position, yet, Kannon Hargrove was giving him fits, until the checkered flag would fly. And although he would tally a third place numerical score, a bronze medal overall position, was something to be excited about. Much was the case again, in the 65cc Open (7-11) division; where the same scores were enacted, leaving few to guess as to where he would land in the overall docket. And as another podium performance was fostered, all of his attention was then placed on the 65cc (10-11) Limited class; where domination and havoc would be placed upon the entire surrounding body of opposition. Each lap throughout the quest of these two race’s, would be a reiteration of the sequence before; constantly circling and surveying, disregarding anyone else’s wishes to attain the top spot of competition. He would stamp his brand through and through this particular class, walking away with a title that few could ever imagine; “Champion, at the 2020 SPRING A DING DING” event.
Collin Fields prepared with all of his might for this particular “SPRING A DING DING” event; knowing that the weekend of March 12th, would be a platform for the motocross industry to view his talents. And when arriving to the event, he was overcome with excitement, adrenaline, and determination; wanting so bad, to put his best effort forward in a presentation against fellow elite competition. Although just riding one class, the number 225 machine appeared stealth-like when sitting within the staging area for practice; letting his bike idle, while others around him revved their engines to a daunting degree. He was patient in his riding style, letting the bike flow from one boundary to another; all in hopes of memorizing the track to the best of his ability, and proving capable of securing a podium overall. Once all of qualification had concluded, it was then time for his staying power to be put to the test. In the moments to follow, his attention would be diverted to the metal gate in front of him; unleashing a simultaneous twisting of the throttle and releasing of the clutch, while barreling toward the finish line at the end of circuit number one. Numerous riders, including Jacob Henry and Alex Russell, were doing their best to fend him off; but Fields was having none of it, never one to shy away from a true fight. Rocking through the various roller sections on the circuit, he would inch closer and closer to the referee waving the flag upon the finish line; knowing that his power output couldn’t deviate in the slightest, if he wanted to lock-down the position of third. His rightful wish, would be sustained; taking the third spot, and looking forward to the final moto of the weekend. Fields and Russell would be nearly glued to one another; their shrouds, almost scraping on occasion. They weren’t budging an inch, and it was becoming eerily close throughout the middle portion of track; where they both nearly converged in the meantime. Blitzing past the mechanic’s area, he could see the top member of his crew persuading him to keep moving forward; helping him to disregard all matters that were behind him. Now categorized into the third place spot once and for all, the three-three combination would sport him to an overall tally of noting a bronze medal. Accomplishing the task at hand, and using this as motivation to continue forward in the near future.
Ready to capitalize on the 2020 season as a whole, Crockett Myers looked rather superb throughout the course of the “SPRING A DING DING” event. A native of Texas in his own right, he became acclimated to the atmosphere from the moment his tire tread hit the canvas for practice; carving out lines that were unforeseen by many, throughout the midst of the infield. Arcing perfect angles throughout the various sweeping bends, it’s as though his 125cc machine would never have to left off, when volleying around this particular circuit. And although he knew circumstances would change in the coming hours, he wanted to exemplify extraordinary circuit registry before qualification would cease. Adjusting the intricacies of the machine before he took it off the stand, he and crew had the number seventy-two assembled to the highest degree before embarking on the starting gate. Bypassing numerous foe on his way to the platform of initiation, he could sense that dozen’s of eyes were staring at him; creating a buzz that surrounded him within a significant radius. It would only fuel him more, knowing that he captivated that amount of attention, even before unleashing his true talent one the Underground track. He would contest that of the 125cc (12-17) B/C division; where numerous other members of elite competition were waiting with anticipation as well. And in a moment’s notice, the gun-shot would sound, indicating a falling of gates to the ground. Immediately, he would blitz from behind the metal bracket; shifting into third, and even fourth gear before descending into turn number one. Up and over the multitude of rollers and minuscule ant-hill’s, he realized that every millisecond was valuable in this quest to the checkered. You could see him on the straightaway furthest from the gate, crouching in aerodynamic fashion; almost as if he were attempting to generate every bit of power possible. And it would work, as the gap between he and Talon Hawkins remained rather close; all the while fending off Gage Stine in the process. Knowing that just a few corners remained, Myers would hold-on to the handlebars with a gut wrenching grip; putting his machine to the podium, and readying himself for the second bout of action. For the following portion of competition, Crockett would reside third for quite sometime; running lap-times just near the pace of the leader. His ability to hang-on, despite battling with Gage Stine was imminent; in his goal of attaining an overall podium. The fourth place garnered at the finish, would bestow him a third place honor on the statistics sheet; proving that his current training regimen, is most certainly paying off.
Yet another gentleman from the “Lonestar State,” young Darren Pine would weasel his way through the thicket and brush, to establish his presence at the infamous “SPRING A DING DING” event. He felt capable of clinching rather touted feats, yearning for numerous championships to be inherited to his respective camp. And although those dreams seemed a bit lucrative to many, those who knew him in the industry understood just what he was capable of. Running various 65cc classes, he looked to establish his brand in both the younger division, as well as the open contest; creating a masterful resume, once all was concluded for this particular spring championship. His notion of pushing the pace, would begin in the 65cc Open (7-11) class; where a riddle of a top-ten finish, would be solved with ease. The first moto, had him hovering near the ninth place spot. And even when riders were beginning to invade his relative perimeter, Pine would sustain composure; never faltering, and conquering an overall registry for the class of ninth (after claiming a splendid eighth, in the second outing). However, an impeccable jump would be enacted in his other two divisions of racing; where the 65cc (7-9) Limited class, would be the first for him to embark. His Cobra machine was absolutely ringing out around the course, where ruts would fill the layout from left to right. Choosing his respective path way ahead of time, Pine felt enabled to plow through the ravines; the style and effort of the number fifty-eight flourishing whenever he blitzed in the midst of tough terrain. All seemed to be well, while holding the lead; until a critical mistake on lap three would push his efforts to fourth. But the fortitude of Pine’s race-craft would be cemented in resiliency, where all three race’s after the fact, where periods of thrill-seeking vengeance. He simply couldn’t be stopped, working his way through traffic, and sprinting away from the field all in the same moto; the outcome, was replicated in a trio of occasions. No matter which rider he was facing, or just how tough the track would become, Ellis would excel. Pushing through the various obstacles that were scattered around this Texas pinnacle. Clinging to the throttle, the wins he therefore would accumulate, resulted in various number-one plates being placed within his grasp. The feeling was exuberant, and you could see the enthusiasm gleam, when he headed back to his respective pit area. It was a feeling that electrified that of Pine, and he’s certain he can do it again, wherever his next race may be.
“Dax” was up to his usual antics yet again for this year’s “SPRING A DING DING” championship; warranting the attention of all in attendance, with a battle cry as loud as they come. Rather than belting with his voice though, he would translate the excruciating sound with that of his KTM 85cc machine; pushing the limits of the cylinder and adjacent engine parts, to the absolute threshold before bursting onto the racetrack. Sinking the wheels of the machine into the depths of soil, you could see his stature and body weight translate from front to back; keeping as much traction on the rear-end as possible, before embarking on the roller section. Growing strong with every passing lap, his expertise would be radiant for all to see, once merging to the starting gate for the opening portion of racing sequencing. Beginning the first moto fo the Supermini 1 class, sixth place would be solidified just ahead of Collin Allen and Casey Cochran. Many of these riders, were new competitors; and once the various ages had now amassed and blended together under one specific division name, the action on the track was truly exceptional. He continued to remain persistent on the throttle, carving out lines that few others were able to mirror. Pushing with all of his might, until the end of this six lap brigade, Bennick would rightfully be granted a sixth place at the stripe; just behind that of Kawasaki’s Gavin Towers. For the following bout, he and Casey Cochran immediately would link-up; going back and forth in a game of cat and mouse per se. The two would mimic each other, leaping through the section prior to the finish line with craftsmanship; vaulting to fourth gear, while persevering through a balance beam of respective ruts. Meanwhile, the gap between he and the number 316 machine of Evan Stice, would only grow larger; resulting in a solidified spot of seventh, and seventh overall, as a final placement as well. For that of Supermini 2, he would again find his rhythm; flourishing on the track, whose previous loam had now developed into rather-deep trenches. No matter how grotesque the track became, his usual style of standing on the foot-pegs, and using his length to soak up the teeth-chattering chop, would lend him well. He was efficient as they come, especially throughout the first moto; where he finished just ahead of Gavin Towers. Once they lined up again, in the hours to follow, it was much of the same picture; with numerous Ryder “D”, Evan Ferry, he, and Gavin Towers rounding out the top four. These young men were simply on rails, and Bennick’s stock would soar, as he vaulted across the line with a third place finish.
Residing in arguably the pinnacle of Southern California motocross, Sugamele’s home in Lake Elsinore is a perfect residency for him to better his craft while on the motorcycle. Numerous tracks, companies, and professionals of the genre are located within mere minutes; helping to develop his skillset, in order to capture his hopes and dreams. It’s helped him prevail to this point in time, where he and his family would decide to trek to that of Underground MX Park; home if the notorious, “SPRING A DING DING” championship. And with many other nationals on the tour becoming obsolete, this particular event has been one that’s risen with prominence; treating the rider’s exceptionally well, while bolstering their respective brand and image, throughout the industry. Sugamele knew this was an opportunity to be capitalized, and from the moment practice was initiated, he would push the Cobra machine to the absolute highest regard. If a double jump couldn’t be tackled, he would then fly into the face of the take-off; grabbing a plethora of rear brake while sliding up the face, and spraying roost while vaulting all down the other side. These precious details, were the factors that separated him from the rest of the field; and would be much needed, for the likes of the 51cc (4-6) Limited class. Beginning the respective Texas quest in that of top ten standing, he would linger around the latter part of the leaderboard for quite sometime; pushing with all of his might, with riders like Bensyn Levan around. The two would plunge into an all-out dogfight, with Levan getting the better end of the deal this time around; yet, the two friendly foe would be back once again to contest, in the brief hours to follow. Now ahead of Levan for this particular instance, he was able to combat all opposition that attempted to derail him from a prestigious ninth place run; ending the overall scoring sheet just inside the top ten, with a sense of gratification then overtaking him. Next to come though, was that of the (4-6) Special Limited class; where he knew a podium performance could be generated. And with that process of visualization and confidence, successful ways of locomotion would occur. At the front of the field each time he would partake in a particular moto, Sugamele showed just how consistent he was; tallying not just one, third place finish, but duplicate instances of bronze medal placement. And in this specific instance, that point total would be enough to grant him second overall; proving his relevancy on the national scale.
Hailing from the holler of Chattanooga, Tennessee, Adams and family would gather their belongings throughout truck and trailer; migrating west, to see just what the fuss was about, in regard to the “SPRING A DING DING” event early in the month of March. The trail from the Volunteer state was rather muddy, but they knew, the hardship’s on the road to championship(s) were never easy; feeling a sense of gratification as they’d arrived, after crossing the lonesome plains of Texas territory. Saddling upon his steed just prior to that of practice, the spur’s of his boots would be latched on as he went to stomp his authority into the mind’s of competition; where their wandering thoughts, quickly would be infiltrated by that of the his presence. He relished in the fact that competitors were worried about him; knowing that the magnitude of mental warfare, was something that could alleviate much of the opposition, long before the gate would ever fall. And after posterizing much of the surrounding body who attempted to face him, the qualification realm had been completed with absolute certainty; and he yearned to delegate his efforts, over the course of six respective race’s. The 85cc (9-13) Open class was the first tenure to be taken part in; where riders like Haiden Deegan and Logan Best were also there to make a run for the championship. Understanding and respecting the skillset of his competitors was one thing; yet, you couldn’t ever catch that of Adams falling into a trap of nervousness or self-doubt. Instead, he would always seem to rise to the occasion, doing what was necessary to succeed, even on the brightest of stages. He would push his way in to fourth for the opening segment of the aforementioned class; just behind that of Jeremy Fappani and Haiden Deegan. Looking to tangle with the two KTM combatant’s, the absence of Logan Best in front of him would then grow stronger from behind. He could sense the Yamaha rider steadily creeping forward; yet it would push him to charge even harder, resulting in a well off ride of fourth place. And in moto number two, he would flourish to a higher extent; putting his machine into third place after the halfway point, never looking back in the process. That third overall, would give him the extra “oomph” of confidence needed to portray outright dominance in his other two division’s. And although Drew is as respective of a competitor as they come, the way he dominated the rest of the field in all four contests, was truly exhilarating. It was an idea that flourished from start to finish; equating to two more championships, and a bundle of momentum, as the racing season moves forward.
With the state of Texas being determined as such a huge landmass, many from the region could say that Underground was a home race; yet, there were those living inside the territory, who had to drive countless hours in order to attend the one-of-a-kind “SPRING A DING DING” event. Commodore though, hailing from the town of Kemp, truly lived just down the road; knowing this atmosphere like the back of his hand. And the prior knowledge, made many who faced him rather uncertain; as they knew his expertise and previous experiences, would play in his favor once the track became rather difficult. That idea, wasn’t something that took long to be enacted; with the loam of this Texan soil becoming rather decimated almost immediately through out his 85 Mod and Supermini practices. And despite the playing field becoming hard to navigate, you could see that Commodore would continue to excel to an even higher regard, as the day went on. It would translate into finishes of notoriety, in both the Supermini and 85cc “C” 9-15 class. Division’s packed full of talent, would create rivalry and battle like no other; causing a myriad of fans to flock to the fence line. They cheered with excitement and enthusiasm, especially for that, of the Supermini 2 contest; where Ethan looked to gain substantial experience, against some of the fastest riders in the nation. Holding his own throughout the course of both race’s, his overall efforts would equate to a superb overall classification of twelfth; putting the field of the 9-15 division on notice, when he fired his engine from behind the starting gate. The previous classes in which he competed, were predecessors of sorts; getting him acclimated to a degree of familiarity with the course. The number sixty-one would defy all odd’s early on, sprinting to a tremendous pace and into second position; residing just behind leader Wyatt Storey. Storey’s wayward motion was one that would be hard to contain, yet Commodore felt able to accomplish the task at hand. Fighting extremely hard to register second, his aspirations were then duplicated for round number two. Setting the fastest lap-time of the moto on lap number two, a brilliant 2:05 was showcased for all to see; reeling in the leader of Soucy, in the meantime. Going bar to bar, they would sprint away from the rest of the pack; pushing the envelope to a degree that had been unbeknownst to opposing competitors in the back of the pack. Registering second all the way through the waving of the flag, he would embody this feeling; knowing that he could replicate it, for each respective amateur national ahead.
One of the hottest prospects throughout the amateur circuit, is that of Evan Ferry. Transcending from a strong mini-cycle background, the young man from Florida has now transcended into a legitimate threat on the national scale. He now, is a marked man; with numerous riders gunning for the back of his jersey, all throughout the weekend while residing in Texas. This event, was arguably one of the “first” in gauging a rider’s speed for the year; seeing who’s been working in the off-season, and whose efforts had been floundering to some degree. The capabilities of his repertoire were endless; and he seemed to adapt to any particular variable this Underground track was throwing at him. Undertaking the task of competing in both Supermini classes, the array of competitors that were attempting to push him aside was truly remarkable. It was then, that he had to remain cemented with staying power; regardless, of who was trying to infiltrate his proximity, taking away a rightful position in which he owned. Pushing forward with absolutely zero skepticism, Ferry would launch into the depths of the first moto in Supermini 1, holding no fear when twisting the throttle. Powering over the fly-away jump in the middle of the circuit, he would take a brief glance over his shoulder to see who was near; and it would be that of Benjamin Garib. The California native wouldn’t let it rest, yet, Ferry’s foundation wasn’t one to be crumbled. And he would stand rectified, staying in third for the remainder of the sanction. Next to come, was the second moto; and a place for Evan to again establish his staying power. Just behind Garib for this particular instance, the two familiar assassins were going for the jugular; pulling away from many riders behind, in the process. Luckily, Ferry’s pace would allow him to stay upright and unscathed; garnering a fourth on the results sheet, and fourth overall in totality. Supermini 2, was the next class to be warranted; and Ferry would storm out of the gate ahead of Ryder DiFrancesco, making the Kawasaki superstar adapt to his pace this time. Neck and neck they would go, quarreling throughout the course of five laps. Evan would do enough for this particular round though, to hold the pack off; taking a moto win, and setting himself up in a strong manner for the second round. And to wrap up the weekend, Ferry would partake in a three-way battle for the lead; this time, with Daxton Bennick becoming involved as well. Actually diving into the lead for a brief bit on lap three, the trio would mix to a high degree; resulting in Ferry residing second, once all was said and done. Second overall, was a place of opportunity; and a place to move forward from, for the rest of the 2020 season.
Hence the name of his hometown, Dunham’s residency in “Golden,” Colorado, was ironic to say the least when he transcended to that of the “SPRING A DING DING” championship. Coincidental in the sense of, that’s exactly what he strove for; the idea of being “Golden” and what comes along with it. The notorious number one plate, the applause from supporters and comrades in the industry, plus the pride of knowing that you were the best rider on that particular day. These were all attributes that filled his mind; and avenues that he hoped to travel down, throughout the course of his stay in Texas. For practice, he focused on hitting his marks with exquisite marksmanship; a sharp shooter in all regard, while he magnified even the smallest of lines and abrupt angles, to sling-shot out of, putting power to the ground in the meantime. Flowing with a harmonious outlook, it was as though nothing could stand in his way, from moving forward to the front of the pack; and he felt more prepared than ever, to take on the challenge at hand. For the 65cc Open class, he knew the elder riders he battled against, would be tough to outclass and outwit; yet, he would attempt anyway, placing one hundred percent effort into his race-craft, to begin this respective showcase of competition. Tallied with finishes just around the top ten, his confidence would be abundantly arising, when venturing into the 65cc (7-9) classes. The modified class was the first to be conquered, and his initial outing of sixth place; was something that could substantially become bested, for the second go-around in the following hours. Putting pieces of this racetrack together, as if they were an intricate puzzle, you could sense that his pathways were a bit smoother than the vast majority of riders on the circuit. He felt amplified he would blitz past the finish line; knowing that third place, appeared to be secured. Clinching the third place spot for the final moto, his overall tally would somehow manage to land him on the final step of the podium once all would cease. Beyond pumped with the aforementioned score, next to come about, was that of the 65cc (7-9) Limited class; a place where stock machinery, was forced upon all members of the congregation. Coming out of the gates absolutely swinging, his ride would be heralded as one of the strongest of the weekend; in regard to any competitor attending the event! Taking a moto win against a class like this was exceptional, and he deserved every bit of applause he accrued. Reiterating his ability to flourish in the roughest bits of terrain, a fourth in moto two, had him exiting the premises with another, stellar third overall granted to his name.
Although many in his fellow class wanted to see where they stood, in regard to attending this year’s respective “SPRING A DING DING” national, Gage Stine truly believed that he was capable of winning the event, long before the gate would ever fall in his respective Schoolboy classes. This sea of confidence, was something that arose years ago through tried and true effort; it was a battle-tested will, that simply wouldn’t take no for an answer. He felt as though, if he could give his best effort, that victorious occurrences would become bestowed to his name more often than not; and that act of self-belief, was put on a first-hand display, for the likes of the Underground race this year. Absolutely sensational throughout practice, he was one of the first riders to lay tire tread on this respective circuit; specifically, on that of a 125cc machine. With soil so deep in spots, many felt as though the 2-stroke would falter with a lack of horsepower; especially, with the wrong pilot dictating how the chassis handled. Yet Stine, was assembling laps and lines, that would reap strong dividend in the forthcoming moto’s; obliging to absolutely no counterpart, that chose to step forth on the gate beside him. His first partaking of a class, would entail that of the 125cc (12-17) B/C division; where riders on two-strokes, would absolutely swarm into the belly of a first turn, being spewed by the dozen’s, spraying roost every which way. Luckily, he would dodge much of the accompanying roost; staying rather clean and sparing his vision, while he raced passed the mechanic’s area. Reading the pit-board, he knew exactly where he stood as the race began to dwindle down; hearing a faint echo of Brock Walker behind him. Never one to glance over his shoulder, Stine would fare well once all was said and done; tackling the third place position with all of his might. Much was the case in the second outing as well, where Stine steadily weaseled his way past elite competition; securing the third place ride, with under five minutes to go in the moto. Showing that deterring stamina wasn’t a factor in the slightest, Gage’s expertise would secure the second place ride with certainty. Now for the following episode of racing, the scores of the lucrative moto format could be categorized as outrageous; where a third in his opening heat, would then transform to a sixth for the second round of racing. On the outside looking in, he would decide to go “all-in” for the last particular piece of action on the track. He would make his way into second, waiting for a mistake from Talon Hawkins to arise. And unfortunately, the Californian would subsequently result in a DNF; pushing the door wide-open for Stine to capture the win in this particular moto as well. A title of champion was now inherited to his presence; and it was an ideology, that he most certainly could get used to for years to come.
Knowing the type of preconception he’d established over the past few season’s, Gavin Towers felt that the “SPRING A DING DING” championship was a place to heighten that notion to an even further degree; hoping this round of Texas racing, would lay a foundation for nothing but success in the coming months of 2020. Putting forth an effort in an array of classes, he would even venture into the Schoolboy realm; contesting in the 125 2-stroke division with numerous riders that were older than him. Beginning with that specific escapade, he would initiate the six-lap brigade near the confines of the top ten; jousting with Jackson Craig and Collin Allen in the meantime. Numerous riders in the upper-echelon of rankings, were going toe to toe; making it a true spectacle for fans to watch from along the sidelines. Finishing tenth for this particular outing, he would come back with even more aggression and vengeance, in the following episode. Beginning the aforementioned episode in ninth, he was clearly a man on a mission; dive-bombing into torrential ruts, all the while feathering the clutch and keeping the throttle pinned. Towers was doing in all his power at that point, to hold off Benjamin Garib; an act that few could replicate, regardless of their current standing on the track. Yet, Towers immense focus proved him rather capable of this feat; pushing his machine to fifth, equating to an eighth overall. Fast forwarding to that of Supermini 2 contention, he would enact multiple bouts of superb riding; hitting a route of fifth place to begin festivities, yet knowing he could venture further up the leaderboard in due time. Well, the platform for redemption was just around the corner; and a fourth place would be garnered, putting him into a rightful fourth overall, as all would cease for this respective division. However, last but not least, would be the classification of Supermini 1; where riders like DiFrancesco, Garib, and Ferry, were awaiting his presence along the starting gate. A bull-rush of sorts would then transport this respective pack of star-studded athletes into the first few corners; as they dispersed into a variety of sections. Knowing his abilities, would hold strong in fifth; with the top five, separated by less than ten seconds in totality. Now believing that leader’s were within an arm’s reach, it was time for him to let it all hang-out, for the sanction of the second moto. Bursting out of the gate and into third, he would absolutely hound Garib for the longevity of four laps. The persistency was remarkable, forcing Benjamin to let go of the clinching grip; and granting Towers the right, to secure a daunting second overall.
Continuing to build on the prowess in which he’s garnered thus far in his career, Haiden Deegan would once again come out absolutely swinging for the “SPRING A DING DING” event, at Underground MX Park. Understanding the implications of what all this event involved, he knew that he’d have to ride extraordinary, in order to acquire the numerical finishes in which he desired. Well, if you know anything about the Deegan clan, than you may have presumed that they had the ability to rise to the occasion; and this particular episode of 2020 championship trekking, was no different. After absolutely dismantling the track throughout three particular practice episodes, it was then time to showcase his skills in an all-out “racing” setting. Under this designated rule set, most in the accompanying crowd would translate their athletic output to hoards of adrenaline; some, becoming rattled when the intense scrutiny would translate to levels that were too much to bare. Deegan, on the other hand, relished in it; proving time and time again, that his mentality on the motorcycle was one of his strongest attributes. Taking a third to begin the respective outing of Mini Sr. 2; a first place in the second round would quickly alleviate any negative discernment that may have been cast across the Deegan camp. From then on out (after a securing a notable second overall in the aforementioned circumstance), his expertise would be highlighted for all to see. On all sections of the track, the intricacies of his style would blossom; hitting ruts and bumps of all angle and degree, with efficiency and outright speed. Translating to a daunting two-one effort for Mini Sr. 1, his first championship of the week would then be inherited. However, being the true dominant showman that he is, all signs would lead to apparent positivity for the 85cc (9-13) open brigade. It was here, where no excuses could be made, in regard to age or bike modification; leaving only a racer’s skillset, to prove their true worth within these specific parameters. Deegan, as you may have guessed was in rare form; absolutely obliterating berms and rollers of all different shapes and sizes, while throwing monstrous whips when barreling through the air! It was as though these particular races, were spotlights on his true talent; winning another championship, and making his way back to Temecula feeling rather satisfied. Setting a fuel for even more victory, in the months to come.
Following a historic run by all accounts, for that of the 2019 season, Yoder decided to stick around for intermediate class contention; continuing to hone in on his skillset, before vaulting toward the professional ranks. His Honda machine appeared yet again, stellar in all facets when rolling to the line for the inception of practice; not a speckle off dirt on the frame, all the while reflecting this daunting Texas sunlight. He wasn’t just a rider that “looked good” in the pits if you will; but bettering his appearance substantially, with an ever-so efficient riding style. He was standing as much as possible as numerous sections began to develop immense jarring rollers and pot-holes; keeping the front end high, and hopping over hazardous areas when possible. And although he may not have been the most visually aggressive rider on the circuit, his lap-times reflected something totally different; forecasting a heap of solid results, in the race’s to come. Blasting out of the gate and into the speedy first-turn area, his counterparts of the 250 B class weren’t playing around; seemingly going for the throat, in a battle of numerous brands. And just behind that of Levi Kitchen, he understood that if he could sustain the pace of the Yamaha rider; he’d most likely fare well, as the number 147 had become nearly synonymous with strong results. Putting in one solid circuit after another, he would push the Honda just ahead of Florida’s Jack Chambers; hoping to excel even further, from that point forward. Pushing his way into third to begin the other quest on the ballot, Hunter would actually jump to that of second place for a brief while. However, Thrasher, Hymas, and Kitchen weren’t playing around; pushing the Honda to fourth, where he continued to thrive despite the track worsening with difficult obstacles. Tallying a four-four once all was said and done, the fourth overall in the 250 would be an appetizer for the devouring of the 450 episode; where he looked to tackle other riders on heavier and more powerful machinery. Residing third for the majority of the first moto, all appeared to be well, until a slight hiccup would deter his chances substantially; as a result, he would be placed in the bracket of fifth. More determined than ever, to leave the state of Texas on a high note. His willpower was on full display for this six-lap tenure, when he would actually be passed by Kaeden Amerine for a small portion of the moto; however, rather than adhering to the orders of the Yamaha rider, he would rebound, pushing to third before all was said and done! As a result, third overall would be engraved by his name in the record books; as he looks to continue the championship streak, he enacted in the previous year.
A natural born leader by all accounts, Jack Chambers acted as a true rancher while residing in Texas for the “SPRING A DING DING” national. Herding around the fellow members of his class, as if he were a shepherd; many in his category would oblige and follow his orders, almost institutionalized by his presence due to his outright daunting speed. Much was the case for qualification, where he exclaimed his presence when flying through the finish line section. Fans near the stripe would immediately turn around; shaking their heads in disbelief, as the number 102 KTM blitzed by. He aspired to carry that same notion into the racing format; where six different races would be demonstrated. Predominantly though, his overall scores of two opposing classes justified his true skillset when flying around the Texas circuit. To begin matters, he would step forward in the Schoolboy 2 class; doing all he could to hang with the likes of Nate Thrasher and Chance Hymas. Taking a pledge to broadcast one hundred percent effort, no matter the circumstance, Chambers could be found flooring the KTM machine to the highest regard. Ravaging the sweeper just before the rollers, the riders behind him couldn’t seem to fathom just how hard he was gravitating into these corners; translating to a gap that numerous in the pack couldn’t marginalize. Finishing up the moto in third, he would look to do the same for the second bout of the racing tandem; yet this time, his circuit registry would accrue him an even further position up the board. And while he was displayed in second across respective scoring monitors, you could see that his stamina was staying rather true and cemented; not necessarily deviating from one spectrum to the next, in a rampant manner. Residing at the end of the moto in second, his overall accumulation would push him into the silver medal bracket, on the overall podium. His episode in 250 B Limited meanwhile, would be a continuation of the performance previously discussed. Beginning on a rather high note, his start to the first moto was spectacular; excelling to a rightful second place position, and staying all over Levi Kitchen in the process. Over the course of six laps, the escapade would rage on; as Chambers was touted second once and for all, looking ahead to this final bout of racing for the weekend. It would come, in the finale of the 250 B Limited division; where a second would be held for quite sometime, until a devastating mishap would push him to seventh. With only a few short circuits to go, there wasn’t much else to do; so with that seventh, he still managed to a stellar fourth, on the overall stat sheet. Chambers warranted himself as a definite player for the rest of 2020; and no one in attendance, would question that notion.
The cost of motocross is no doubt, utterly expensive. Zapping bank accounts, forcing families to work overtime in order to make ends meet; you name the scenario, and it’s arguably been enacted over the course of the sport’s modern-day era. Yet, time and time again, up and comer’s appear willing to pay the price (literally and figuratively). Working tirelessly both on and off the motorcycle, they know the window to conquer their dream isn’t one of abundance; therefore they must seize an opportunity when it comes about, giving the task one hundred percent effort, prior to walking away from their respective tenure with closure. Enter Jacob Henry, packing his belongings and traveling to that of Texas from the state of New York. Crossing interstates, highway’s, and even time zone’s, Jacob and crew were willing to provide the fans of Underground with a real treat; as many in the industry were browsing to scout newfound prospects, throughout the multitude of “C” classes. His respective entry sheet, was one of vast array; where four different sanctions of racing would be entered, and his expertise, would have to be delegated on eight individual outings. First on the ballot, would be that of the 250 C Jr. (12-17) Limited class; where an opening moto victory would designate a tone of victorious ripple throughout the entirety of the event. However, the lone second place finish accrued in the box-scoring tab, would then occur; where a mistake on lap two, would hand the lead over to Bryce Lizarraga. Looking to tackle the fellow KTM combatant and ruffle the lead away from his grasp, was to no avail; and Henry would be forced into second, garnering his only runner-up overall finish of the weekend. After that specific instance, however, would be sheer destruction placed upon the entirety of the novice congregation; where six race wins would be rattled off. Lap by lap, Henry would grow accustomed to the lead; scaring many of his opponents off, long before the gate would ever fall. That dictatorship, would launch him into unbeknownst territory in the amateur realm; as few riders can say they’ve ever won at that magnitude, at event of this size. Calm and collected while walking away from the podium, it was as though Henry knew this was coming; predicting this notion many months ago, when he immersed himself in diligent preparation. He claims this is just the beginning, putting the entire industry on notice, for the likes of this season and beyond.
Sticking to the script of his last name, Jaydin Smart’s expertise on the motorcycle would flourish in front of an absolutely packed house, while attending the “SPRING A DING DING” national this past March. Although riding 50cc machinery, it was as though Smart could portray veteran-like qualities, when rounding this specific Underground circuit. This layout in it’s own right, could be one that was on the professional circuit; as it was composed of numerous obstacles and difficult terrain, that even the fastest of big-bike riders had trouble tackling. Yet, somehow, someway, the number four Cobra would find a way to thrive; excelling in every particular sector, putting on a clinic for that of qualification. The precedent he showcased, would then carry-over into racing format(s); where an eighth place in round number two of the 51cc Open class, would push him to new heights. Feeling rather accomplished after the aforementioned result, he knew he had more in the tank; and couldn’t wait to portray an even better result, with the outings of the 51cc (4-6) Limited class. Blazing out of the gate, he would immediately veer to the inside of turn number one; hoping to pinch off the bundle of traffic that resided behind him, scurrying away shortly thereafter. And although he had that of Kade Nightingale all over his rear fender, Smart wouldn’t budge an inch; attaining the lead reign, every time he passed the waving of the flag. The win bolstered his confidence, and have him riding a wave of momentum by the time the gates were loaded for the second moto. Once again, he would meet up with familiar foe, that of Kade Nightingale. The two would seemingly go at it from start to finish; keeping one another in check, all the while making the Cobra brand extremely proud. Pushing through the deep loam in the section furthest from the start, he would do all in his power to make his way forward; despite starting in ninth position. Yet, rather than duck his head in dismay, he continued to climb forward, lap after lap. Setting the fastest lap in the process (by a daunting six-seconds), would push him into silver medal contention by the time the checkered flag flew. And although he was just short of an overall win, Smart put the entire 50cc division on high alert; demonstrating exceptional talent and speed, that will most definitely blossom over the course of time.
Yet another Yoder would establish his name into the record books, for this year’s respective “SPRING A DING DING” event. The Honda combatant, sporting a number of ninety-four, resembled that of a slightly older and definitely wiser, Ken Roczen. His craftsmanship when behind these bars, was something of note; the way he could flick the chassis around, handling the frame and steering stem with brute strength. Even during the toughest portions of race-track, where ruts would litter a respective straightaway from front to back, would Yoder power through with relative ease. It would equate to a hint of a grin being hidden beneath his helmet; where he knew, in his arsenal of tricks, that the race’s to come would become a stage for absolute fireworks. Beginning with the Vet Open class, he initiated the process in the fifth place residency; trying to move forward to the best of his ability. Understanding that time was crucial in the five-lap brigade, his sprinting capabilities were apparent; where he was forced to up the ante if he wanted to hold off Micah Cook. The checkered flag was then waved from the scorer’s canopy, indicating that this specific assembly of athletes, were now forced to conclude this particular moto. As the second moto approached, so too began the process of adrenaline forming once again. He clawed through the uncertainty, disregarding any form of self-doubt as he powered around the Underground circuit; which had gone substantially rougher than his last time out. Once again, the fifth place position was an opportunity to be had; and although Micah Cook was still knocking at his door, Yoder wouldn’t oblige. He jammed the position shut, throwing away the lock and key, securing the result as he vaulted past the checkered flag. Looking to then better his overall attainment for the Vet 35+ class, Yoder immediately forecasted his presence into the realm of third for the opening moto. Running faster circuit-times in this particular episode, his speed on the track would actually heighten, as the race went on. It was enough to help him retain the third place position, through and through; signaling that all systems “were-a-go” for the final episode of competition. Yoder decided prior to embarking on this journey of finality, that he would attempt to latch onto Troy Assemany; the KTM rider who’d been in front of him for quite sometime over the course of the weekend. Remaining relatively close, it would secure his bid for third overall in the process. And as the event would conclude, Yoder and team gathered their belongings to head west back to Menifee; anxiously awaiting, where they would travel to next.
Knowing that this track provided a plethora of RPM and speed, Fappani and team would prepare his respective KTM machines to adapt to the racing surfaces. Configuring numerous sprocket combinations in the process, they seemed to have found a set-up that worked tremendously just before the initiation of practice. He darted to the opening left-handed turn, keeping the inside leg high as the rear-end of the machine attempted to drift to the right. Adapting his bodyweight to the chassis beneath, they morphed into a simultaneous unit; expecting everything as they crested over these gigantic jumps, and corners that were immersed with speed. Hitting the back to back step-up obstacles in the middle of the track, would allow him a chance to breathe; obtaining a plethora of oxygen through the diaphragm, before exploding onto the circuit upon landing. This process was repeated time and time again, preparing him rather well for his first bout of racing; which would be cast, in the 85cc (9-13) open division. Once here, he was welcomed by rider’s such as Haiden Deegan and Casey Cochran; whom he would lead, for quite sometime. Hitting these rut-ridden turns with an abundance of speed, he flew through the apex of the ravine; simply blasting through the depths of the soil, while hitting the green flag in a frontier position for three laps. Although a slight mistake would be made on the last circuit, a third was still garnered, proving that he was more than capable for success in the race’s to come. The next round of action, had him located in second for quite sometime; until mishap would again strike, and force him to thirteenth. Although attaining a pleasant fifth overall, he knew he could best his overall output substantially, in the forthcoming divisions. The Mini Sr. 2 division, was a place where his results would indicate just how fast he was flying around the Texas circuit; hitting the dragon’s back on the far-side nearly wheel-tapping every last mogul that had been created. Flying into the following left-hander, he could sense that Casey Cochran was on his tail nearing the finish; yet, he would power on. Attaining a fourth, and acquainting the first moto score with a third, in the following bout as well. A bronze medal on the stat sheet, would then lead to the Mini Sr. 1 class; where an absolutely grotesque platform of competition awaited him. Scrubbing the multitude of singles and ant-hills down the back straightaway, over the course of both race’s, and in particular the second, he knew that many would falter with uncharacteristic mistakes. Yet, his fortitude and staying power allowed him to stay upright; leading to an astonishing “three-two” effort, to conclude the realm of this respective division. A second overall in the record books, had him thriving with confidence, as he and crew would migrate back to their home in Scottsdale.
After a storied run through various nationals on the 2019 circuit, Oklahoma’s Jesse Flock built a reputation of elite speed and expertise aboard the motorcycle; sending him bursting into the 2020 realm, with seismic proportions of attention, that had previously never been garnered. Yet, rather than shying away from the limelight; Flock continue’s to rise to the occasion, putting in wondrous performances at the toughest events around the country. And much was the case at the “SPRING A DING DING” championship at Underground; where a race-track, and racing atmosphere for that matter, would await him like no other. And at that point, upon arrival to the facility, he acknowledged just how much was at stake; understanding that he could set a tone of unprecedented levels, if he continued the streak of momentum he previously produced. Floating through the multitude of rollers throughout practice, immediately, the track would begin to be etched with grooves. Standing on the balls of feet, for a vast majority of the circuit, you could sense that his riding style was well-equipped for a track of this difficulty. That thought, would then carry into the respective racing format as well; where he darted out from behind the starting gate, and into the war-zone, known as Open Pro Sport. Riders were going rampant in their quest for the checkered flag, sending the chassis soaring to astronomical heights, over the multitude of step-ups in the middle of the track. Doing his best to navigate his chassis into the furthest inside groove, Flock continued to motor around with an outpouring of speed and tenacity; fending off Slade Smith in the meantime. Creating a performance equating to third, the duplicate race of this particular division, would be yet another chance to showcase his speed. This time, with Chandler Baker pushing viciously in the rearview, Flock understood that a lapse of throttle twisting would result in a loss of position. Yet again though, he would stand his ground; assembling a performance of multiple third place outcomes, strong enough for second overall. 250 A, on the other hand, was a place of equality in regard to power output; where every rider in the field, would roughly have a similar engine package to work with. Flock would flourish under this specific rule-set, creating a result of third to begin matters in the two-step ensemble. Looking to further his staying power to an even greater extent in the second coming, Flock would immediately radiate to the presence of Seth Hammaker; a Kawasaki rider who’d been flowing with daunting speed and precision all week. Attempting to mimic the lines of the Pennsylvania combatant, would lead him to label of second, all the way through the finish line section of rollers and blistering speed. Residing in the runner-up overall position, Flock believed that he showcased his true staying power, for this year’s championship at Underground.