We Salute You, Mr Burkeen

We salute you, Mr. Racer that can hold it down an entire 30+2 (well, 30+1 in this case) in the hot sun of New York. Hitting those square edge bumps with no fear and screwing u harder than anyone else out there. Twisting the bung and letting it all hang out for the Budweiser drinking 2-stroke fan boys and then crossing the line at the same time as the red plate holder and claiming that win like a champ. Did you win this race? Technically no. Did you win the race of life? Yes. We salute you, Mr Burkeen.

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Written by Vurbwes Chilidog

Been 'round these parts making dirtbike movies since '02; a weathered veteran with moto and camera related back issues, the hearing equivalent to my great-great grandfather's, and a dirt tan that will literally never come off. But I'm still in way better shape than every other dog in this joint, but that's because I use Chili and no slaw.

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