Minneapolis with nowhere to ride.
I built some Mickey Thompson-style
wooden ramps in the factory on polished concrete, and one night, when
everyone had gone home, I worked
on the Fox shocks and had a fun little
track to play on. But about an hour
after riding I got a little funny-feeling
and was riding a little crazy after
breathing in the two-stroke race mix
indoors. Since it was still warm outside, I opened the five big doors to let
some fresh air in, and the next thing
I noticed, it was getting dark inside
the building as the incoming mosqui-toes were so thick, they were buzzing
around the lights so bad it got dark.
This was some crazy stuff that I had
never seen before!
The weather turned cold soon after
that, so then we started going to the
lakes for flat-track testing. I ran a few
races, but sitting in the race van all
day wasn’t really fun. You had to start
your bike and let it warm up for 20
minutes each time before you raced.
There wasn’t much press there, but I
did get a little writeup.
COMING TO AN END
In part four we will have the end of
Mickey’s career. After that we will be
contacting other pro riders from the
past and get them to relive some of
those glory days. Stay tuned. ❏