For a quarter of a century, or 2 and a half decades, or 25 years, or 300 months, or 9,125 days, or 219,000 hours, or 13,140,000 minutes there has been REM Motocross in Southern California. 1000 races, at least 12,000 motos, somewhere near 2 and half million laps.
Over 300,000 miles logged going back and forth to race tracks. Over 3000 days spent at the track. We’ve had World Champions, and first time beginners.
We have racers worth millions, and some who can’t afford to race very often. We’ve had almost every National racer compete with us, and a good deal of the GP racers as well. We have had movie stars (at least they thought they were), stunt men, doctors, make up artists, businessmen, magazine editors, industry insiders, grocery store clerks, mechanics, stock brokers, morticians, police, firemen, FBI agents, Seal team members, drywallers, carpenters, tow truck drivers, butchers, and the independently wealthy all race with us. Our youngest racers were 6, our oldest just turned 80.
I’ve seen the very worst of our sport, and I’ve seen the very best. I’ve made safety my number one priority from our very first race. I’ve learned many times, that no matter what I do motocross is still a dangerous sport. The inherent danger of racing a motorcycle over outdoor terrain is always there. The very real risk of serious injury and death is a constant companion to every racer. I learned as a racer that to worry about the dark side of the sport is to admit that you are human. When you are racing the only thing you should be thinking about is passing the racer in front of you, or gapping the racer behind you. The feeling of racing, not just riding around is unlike any other feeling I have ever experienced. To racers it is addictive, it is what makes you a racer. As a promoter I worry about that kind of stuff, constantly.
Worrying has cost me many sleepless nights, and probably shortened my life by a few years. After 25 years you would think I would have figured it out by now, but that isn’t that case. I worry about crap nobody else seems to worry about. Flagmen, track surfaces, watering, first turn apex’s, ambulance to hospital times, did you put an emergency contact on your waiver, wooden stakes, rocks, ruts, photographers, radios, neck braces, and a thousand other pieces of the puzzle.