I was born and raised in NJ. I moved to Colorado in 1998. I turned pro at the end of ’99 so I could race Ray Luscombe, Shawn Texas, Justin Brunner and a bunch of other ABA yahoos from Wyoming, at the indoor series out here. I think I took a couple purses, but then I got a real job, found a good woman, who I eventually married, I stopped training, got fat, etc. At least when I declassified, I maintained my diginity and reclassed as an expert. I just couldn’t live with myself as a novice and I’m not sure how anyone else does.
Kmart, is the smack talk really necessary? I think I might have raced you once or twice in open, and you might have actually beaten me, but I’m not so sure of that. Granted, on a good day, you were a litlte bit quicker if you could remember not to leave after the last light, but if memory serves me correctly, your gates were worse than mine most of the time.
And this Jersey City Armory thing? What was that? I wrecked in the first “turn” once or twice, but I don’t remember running into you. Enlighten me, please.
Ken, once my little brother figured out that the little lever on the right made him go slower and that his elbows wouldn’t fall off if they rubbed up against someone else’s, I think it was all over for both of us. I’ve seen videos from our best years, and then from his, and I know it might be a little tough on the ego, but it’s safe to say he’d clean both of our clocks.
Viva la Gibby Granner! He was one tough competitor. You didn’t want to tick him off, though. My favorite Gibby story was a 14 Expert 1/4 semi in Columbus. I transfered in the moto before and saw that Gibby almost lost his spot to a typical, Todd Lyons t-bone for third place in a transfer race. Gibby leaned on him and nothing happened. It must have ticked off Gibby, though. When Todd went to congratulate him after the race, Gibby pushed him. Todd pushed back, and shortly after, his Whitman’s teammate, Steve Smith tried to pile up on Gibby. I raced over, held Steve back, and in short order, Gibby cold-clocked Todd. Before the officials knew what was going on, Gibby turned to Todd, who was now laying on the ground, and in true Gibby form, said, “See you in the second turn, **cker.” Sure enough, we were all in the same semi, I was in third at the second turn, Lyons was right beneath me, and Gibby, who was somewhere behind ust, tried to send Todd into the upper bleachers. None of us transfered that day.