Personal Narrative: Kicker Arenacross

The National Little Britches Rodeo Association is like a second family. This year’s nationals were at the Lazy E Arena in Guthrie, Oklahoma. This was the first year the rodeo was held at the Lazy E and I was a little nervous about being in such a huge and well-maintained facility. I made it to nationals

The air was tense even the ground tightened up ready for the excitement. The championship had been narrowed down to three people Ken Dungey, Ryan Roczen, and my grandpa Harley Gilbert. The riders were all within three points.

Along the 7500-west highway 287 of Ennis, Texas is an outdoor race event in the middle of a huge parking lot called the Texas Motorplex. The Motorplex at first glance looks like an old football stadium but with a twist, with souvenirs booths, food shacks and car parts. While driving toward the entrance will be a blue

In a busy first week of competitions, the Alder track team had lots of success. The competition season started on Tuesday, April 5 in a meet with five other teams at Columbus School for Girls. Both the girls’ and boys’ teams finished second at the meet. The boys’ team had 16 members earn points toward their varsity letter while the girls’ team had 13 members earn varsity points. At Tuesday’s meet, participants could receive points for placing fifth or better in each event. Team members from both the track, running events including team relays, and field events, non-running events such as high jump and shot put, earned points for the team.

This was my third year that I ran a TM as this English Town Raceway venue and I have to say I really liked how the course designer completely changed things up and used the entire venue very different that the two previous races (2014 & 2016).

Close to a year ago, my brother and I went to Darlington South Carolina for a NASCAR race. This was our third race and third time being in this crazy but wonderful environment. The people were drinking, the laughter was loud but genuine, and the race was thrilling. The excitement you get from hearing the loud cars, seeing them crash and the excitement of the crowd was overpowering. I had goosebumps from every bit of it. The smells from the burnt rubber, the smell of the smoke from the cars after hitting the wall or crashing into another car, the blinding lights from the fireworks when the race was over, and people going crazy was so overpowering. The parties that night were entertaining. People treated complete strangers like family, and fed

Im sitting at the light, yellow yellow green We take off flying down the track at 100 mph we cross the finish line my opponent wins. I pull into the pits with my 1932 5 window coupe. If money wasn’t a problem i would go Drag race move to Montana and get a Demolition crew.

I watched people who had been riding their whole life ace the course, and then there was me. I had been riding for two years when I fell off and sprained my back. It hurt to jump let alone ride, I was terrified i would never ride again. My back healed and I was able to ride again, but my confidence was replaced with fear. That's why I was competing to prove I was not afraid. So there I was on the starting line when, "TWEET!" goes the whistle and I'm off. I weave through poles, circled barrels, and dodged obstacles.

Today we just pulled into the race track in florida or Palm Beach International Raceway. The forecast does not look very good for racing this week because it has already rained all over the track. So we waited like 4 hours for them to get the track dry for us to be able to race safety.

Busch, which currently live in Las Vegas, believes that getting the right location for a big racing event like the F1 grand prix is key.

The festival area was several local companies, a food vendor, and other local organizations and for an event like this one, they set it up nice and I don't see any need for improvements.

After years of loving the sport i finally got into actually racing them. In fact the first ever race that i attended was the one i will always remember. Now being the first competitive race to compete in, i didn't really know what to expect. It was a sunny, sunday afternoon.

The Ardennes Forest was alive during the peak of summer. The birds were chirping, wind was passing through the leaves, and race cars were roaring through Eau Rouge. It was the middle of July and temperatures soared into triple digits. The sun was beaming down on the magnificent Spa Francorchamps circuit, and it was a perfect day to go racing. This round in Belgium was the only round of the BRDC British F3 Championship not held in England, and I was looking to capitalize on this chance to make my move to the front of the field. Thus far, the season had been difficult with high ambitions turning into lost prospects and great frustration. However, this weekend was different: there was a whiff of opportunity in the air.

The place was extremely crowded with many people riding and waiting at once. We also had to wait for an extremely long time. To get a spot you had to show up a half hour beforehand and then about another half hour for the people to get back, dismount, and then you have to mount. Even with all this the people in charge seemed to keep a somewhat organized schedule.

I got used to it, or so I thought. I started taking my turns faster and getting in race mode. By this time I had calmed down and relaxed. I got to relaxed and got ahead of my self and BAM! I went down jamming my knee between my bike and the hard packed dirt ground. Adrenaline instantly hit me. I felt dizzy from the adrenaline. I could feel it run through my veins like cold blood. I picked up my bike I finished the practice lap and pulled into the pit. I put my bike on the greasy aluminum stand that I had been using for a year. I sat down to calm my nerves. The adrenaline was still there. I tuned my bike up for the race. I sprayed my chain down with a sticky liquid called chain lube. I took out the wrench and tightened my chain. As soon as I changed out of the sweaty clothes and wash the muddy dirt off of my face, I sat by the fire.