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A Look Back In Time |
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Brent Stallo
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Written by Brent Stallo
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Monday, 15 December 2008 11:22 |
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A Look at 2008 – Part One |
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Andrew Campo
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Written by Andrew Campo
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Friday, 12 December 2008 00:00 |
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With the New Year less than a month away, I thought I would take a minute to reflect on some of my lasting moments from 2008. I brought in the New Year (2008) with my friends from Topar Racing in the little town of Cuchara, Colorado. We gathered at a place they call the Dog Bar and it was Colroado cold with a ton of snow on the ground. As people lit up the karaoke I sat back and watched Robbie Maddison bust out that huge air in Vegas. Later that night I watched Hot Rod with Amanda and Nicole Paradisa in the back of the Benzo as Tammy and Tony drove us back to Trinidad, Colorado where I spent my official first day of 2008.
I don’t really recall what happened on the first day of 2008, but shortly after I was once again with the crew from Topar, including Larry “Game Face” Sandoval and PJ Marques From Valcom Motorsports as we headed out to round one of WORCS in Phoenix. This was somewhat the maiden voyage for my motorhome as I had not driven it in forever and I had finally stripped all the stickers off it and got a fresh coat of paint. A couple of hours and ½ of what had to be the sickest burrito on planet earth later, we were at the giant Giant station outside of Gallup, New Mexico when I had my first official run in with the law for 2008.
OK, I didn’t really do anything, but PJ Marques did. The heartless dude was blocked in so he decided throw my motorhome in reverse and carelessly backed into some wacked out lady’s beat and rusted pick up. She went loco and claimed that we smashed her entire rear end in and trust me the thing was toast a decade ago. It took forever for the cops to show and tell her that she’s out of her mind and send us on our way to the races with only a warning. The party erupted shortly after in the motorhome and to this day PJ and I talk about how bad our stomachs hurt from laughing to the tune of Game Face and his antics.
WORCS got underway and we were pumped as Bobby Bonds and Kyle Summers rounded out the podium behind Kurt Caselli. This was also the first time that Corey Dry had contested and he rocked a 2nd overall in the Open B after falling shy of the 250F B win on the last lap due a swing arm bolt coming off. I always love to watch am national kids at WORCS races. On this weekend I got to see Eli Tomac once again punk almost every grown man on big bikes as he railed his 85 pinned through the Arizona desert. It’s going to be sad to see Tomac on big bikes for that reason alone.
We headed back to New Mexico and the brutal winter weather knowing that we would return to Arizona in a few more weeks for the National Hare and Hound at Globe. Mid February came around and there I was trackside shooting images and watching Ian Blythe, Destry Abbott, Gary Sutherlin and a ton of other riders bounce around the desert while Brent and Wes were at the Atlanta Supercross witnessing Trey Canard bringing it home in front of the packed Georgia Dome. I remember getting a ton of text messages from Ashley Fiolek that night while listening to the live audio broadcast. We were both so pumped on Trey and although I sat halfway across the country, for some reason I felt like I was right there that night.
Stallo ended up heading out to New Mexico the day after the Atlanta Supercross and the next few weeks were spent getting ready for Whitney. I will cover that journey in the next part of my blog, so stay tuned.
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Make Up Your Mind |
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Brent Stallo
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Written by Brent Stallo
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Thursday, 04 December 2008 16:07 |
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Winter Hibernation |
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David Bulmer
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Written by David Bulmer
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Sunday, 16 November 2008 17:44 |
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My first ever blog entry comes right at the end of a weekend where I've done nothing motocross related whatsoever... not only that but I don't even have any event to look forward to in the near future. You see winter is here in England and it sucks.
To try and get my fill of sporting action I ended watching 1 Rugby League game, 1 Rugby Union game, 3 games of Football (soccer) and I'm currently watching my 2nd game of American Football where it's snowing in Pittsburgh! Now I do enjoy watching all these sports live on TV but it isn't motocross and it certainly isn't like being at a motocross track. Not only that, but I've looked at the calendar and the next event I'm likely to attend is at the beginning of March !!! Gonna be a looooooong winter...
Guess what I'm saying is that all you folks who are going to Winter Olympics in Florida next weekend... spare a thought for those stuck watching all these damn ball sports instead. |
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Steppin' Out |
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Brent Stallo
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Written by Brent Stallo
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Monday, 10 November 2008 10:12 |
I had a blog ready to roll for today, but after I received a call yesterday afternoon from my mom I was forced to push my original idea to the backburner and put my fingers back to work typing out a new one. Read on and I think you'll understand why.
I received a call a few weeks ago from some family friends asking me if I wanted to go sky diving. I entertained the idea, but after costing the whole thing out, quickly found out that it just wasn't in the cards for me at the time. My mom happened to overhear the conversation and said that she would like to go "watch" them jump. And originally, I truly think that was her sole intention...to watch. However, I received another call from my mom yesterday morning at around 10:30 that totally threw me for a loop. "Should I do it?" she yelled through the phone. I knew exactly what she was talking about and I quickly replied "Go for it! Why not?" She then hung up the phone and, to be honest, I thought she would chicken out. Well, I was wrong. At 58 years old, my mom jumped out of a plane at 14,000 feet yesterday afternoon. How cool is that? She has done some amazing things in her life, but in my eyes this might be the most amazing things she's ever accomplished. She will probably kill me for saying this, but she is the only skydiving grandma I know.
When I asked her what made her decide to do it she said that she wanted us - her four sons- to be able to look back on this when we were faced with a tough situation and say, "if my mom can jump out of a plan at 58, I can do anything." Pretty cool, huh? Needless to say I've already begun looking up skydiving websites. I can't let her hold this one over my head forever.
Good job, mom. Keep getting shorter and keep living life on the edge.


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Onto The Sweepers |
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Andrew Campo
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Thursday, 06 November 2008 00:00 |
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