Troy Dog
Welcome to ShredBud! If you’re reading this on Friday it means I’m either enroute to RedBud, struggling to get there with two screaming children, or we are all setup and organized. One of those scenarios is going to play out and I don’t think it’ll be the latter.
This past Tuesday afternoon my wonderful wife Ginger Dog texted me and said “Let’s say ‘bleep” it and drive to RedBud this weekend”. I immediately didn’t question it. I mean after all, we have Bub Dog who is two and Sam Dog who is seven months old. They need to experience the best racetrack in the entire world at some point, right?
I quickly hit up my sometimes friend Kirk Dog from Twitter because somehow we became bros and he’s the head of security at the race. He gave me some pointers as far as how the lots are setup this year and helped with all that stuff. He’s a gem and will be getting some merch this weekend. Everyone should have a Kirk Dog in their corner. Unless he’s running his mouth about fantasy moto…then he’s getting that shirt repo’d. We are going to turn up in lot B! (I’m kidding.)
The weather looks tasty. I wasn’t going to take my dudes and my freckly wife to the deep Saharan Desert to watch dirtbikes. With the temperature set to a high of 82 and a low in the mid 60s you can’t pass that up. We have to go see Uncle Har Dog ShredBud at RedBud.
The hardest part about all of this is that as Vurb CEO, I don’t have a lot of time to pack stuff and neither does Ginger Dog. As I write this it’s Wednesday night and we have nothing ready. We went to the grocery store and now I’m thinking about all the other junk I need to pack. Why did I do this? I’m rundown, I haven’t slept more than like three hours in a row in almost a year (thanks Sam Dog’s colic and acid reflux). Slaw Dog has deadlines I have to meet and is mean about it. I have a lot on my plate. Unfortunately I’m doing this because well, RedBud…and I haven’t been to a National since Ironman of 2018. I love this sport. Why would you pass up an opportunity to share this with your family?
Just thinking about having my boys and my wife at a National makes me very emotional. My dad used to take me to Kenworthys every year and those memories I will never forget. It was like magic. Like, I’m probably going to ugly sob cry watching Bub Dog take it all in. He has watched it on TV with me since he’s been born, but seeing it in person is different. He has no idea what he’s in for. Sam Dog likes loud noises and being outside way more than he looks being indoors, so that’s a vibe. The 10:30 p.m. Friday night fireworks should work perfect for them.
If you’re looking for an autograph I’ll be somewhere in lot A4. Make sure that if you stop by that you bring Ginger Dog some sunscreen because I’m sure we will forget it. She needs SPF750 please and thank you. Also, bring us some White Claws…Variety Pack No.3 of course. Yes, we are parents…but we are still people too dammit! The dudes have to sleep at some point.
Uncle Har Dog will be sleeping in our spacious deluxe RV Friday and Saturday nights. He said he wanted the full experience with the diaper changes and the bottles and the temper tantrums. He said that it will make him ride to his potential, so I’m looking forward to that. Maybe we will come up with a giveaway or something? Either way my voice will be gone from screaming RedBud at my elite athlete all weekend. This weekend he will be known as Har “Captain America” Dog.
Cheers to sending it on America’s Birthday weekend! Get your airhorns ready! We are going to be shouting RedBud, Bub Dog, Sam Dog all weekend!
I’ll see you there!
Main image: Pro Motocross
