Went to the Lowbrow Holeshot last weekend at the Western Reserve Motorcycle Club. Man, what a setup this club has: 1/4 mile short track and some dirt trails up in north-eastern Ohio. Surrounded by farms so I guess the neighbors don't mind a little noise.
I went to look at the grids and was amazed to see 30 races. Three-Zero. Quads, young tykes (4 year olds look awfully cute on minis), 50cc class, modern dirt-bike, vintage, money-paying, etc. They even had a speedway class (smell that Castrol-R), which you never see in the States. The money classes were super competetive (and had the largest grids) and them boys know how to ride. Some guy on a HD Fat Boy in the Streetbike class showed his skills too (he only crashed once but got right back on).
The Lowbrow folks had a table selling shirts, hoodies and mags. I saw a few people walk away clutching issues of Sideburn. The party they had afterwards was low key drinking and what not. Low key until the burnouts began that is. At one point the club guys backed their diesel pickups onto the concrete picnic area to show the folks how to really do it.
Luckily a lot of the early crowd was of the Lite-beer drinking variety. Once the party really got started the kegs [of Hobgoblin Strong Dark Ale] disappeared fast. I was def. appreciative of a quality ale being a beer-snob myself; I thought I was destined for Bud or something.
Definitely a night to remember.
What!? No one thought it was a good idea to take a photo of a hero dirt tracking a Fat Boy?