Please read my story

[kawicam250]

ive read all 10 chapters and youre doing very well. my birthday is Aug. 23, 1992, so i know what its like to write a great story like this( in the sense of how much time and brainstorming it takes). great job and cant wait for the next chapter!

 

[Matt 193]

These are great keep posting good stories.

 

[olderndirtmom]

Hey Great Job.

No fair changing the story after I proof it, though!!! (Actually, nice touch!)

 

[150rguy]

Great job. olderndirtmom definatly does a better proof reading job than I did.

 

[JD_MXRacer]

Great job. olderndirtmom definatly does a better proof reading job than I did.

yup that time i noticed no mistakes. no offense 150rguy lol

 

[scooter1130]

olderndirtmom better read them carefully, looks like people are out to find her mistakes :laugh:

 

[J-man]

Dude i can never get hooked on a story but now i am just waiting 4 the next chapter when will it be out.

 

[dirtbike_freak]

Dude i can never get hooked on a story but now i am just waiting 4 the next chapter when will it be out.

When olderndirtmom sends it back to me.

 

[olderndirtmom]

When olderndirtmom sends it back to me.

Sorry gang... I'll get it back to dirtbike_freak later tonight....Sometime after the sun goes down in the Midwest.

 

[dirtbike_freak]

well here's chapter 11. Thanks olderndirtmom for pre-reading this.


Previously: Mark came around the first corner and saw most of the pack ahead of him. This is when all those hours of practicing was really gonna help, he thought. The qualifier was 5 laps and after 2 laps, his pit board said he was in 3rd. He didn’t know the person that was in 2nd, but he passed him fairly easily. He saw the leader. He was on a Suzuki and his chest protector said his name was Mike Steward. It took him another lap to catch up completely but he couldn’t pass him. He had tried twice. Mark started to realize where Steward’s weakness was: The Whoops. Mark started focusing on getting right on Steward's tail. When the whoops came Mark sped across them which leveled him neck and neck with Steward. Unfortunately for Mark, Steward got ahead again, and took the heat win.

Chapter 11

Mark walked back to the pits with Les the mechanic pushing his bike.

“That Mike Steward is fast!” Mark said.

“I noticed.” Les said “You couldn’t get around him. I don’t know who can. He’s won every Supermini in the series.”

“Not after today,” Mark said.

“You couldn’t pass him in the heat. What makes you think you’ll be able to in the Main?” Les said.

“The whoops.” Mark replied.

“Huh?”

“The whoops,” Mark repeated. “He’s not as fast as me in the whoops. All I have to do is get right on his tail and pass him through the whoops.”

“Come on. You have your 85 qualifier in 3 races.”

Mark saw Blake Gopy a couple of gates away from him in the 85A Heat 2. When the gate dropped Mark didn’t hit the gas so hard. He got off the pad quick, then he gave it gas. He got a pretty decent start. He was in front of Blake Gopy anyway. Mark passed the people in front of him and moved into 1st. He remained in this spot for the remainder of the race.

“Good race,” Les said as they walked back to the trailer. “Safe but you still won.”

“I figured out how to get a better start on cement,” Mark said.

“Good. You’ll need it against Steward.”

Mark and Bobby walked around the pits to see who they knew. Mark knew several of the pros there because they were from his town. Bobby knew a lot more people than he did. Mark looked up at the board by the starting gates that said what race they were on. It said 50+. That meant his Supermini main was in 2 more races.

“Got to go get ready for the Supermini main,” Mark said to Bobby.

“See you in 85A,” Bobby said.

At the starting gate to Supermini Mark saw Mike Steward push his bike to the gate next to his. He held out his hand and said, “Good luck.”

Mark shook it and replied, “You too.” Then Steward got off his bike while his dad held it and did some jumping jacks and stretches. “Maybe that’s why he’s so fast,” thought Mark. “Because he stretches.”

Then the guy with the card walked out into the middle of the starting straight. Steward got back on his bike and started it. After a minute the card went up and the revs increased. Then it went sideways and the gate dropped.

Again Mark didn’t give it as much gas coming off the cement. Then he pinned it. He got another good start. He was in 4th place. He had no trouble pacing the first guy, but the second guy took a few turns until Mark finally passed him. Then he didn’t see anyone. Steward was so far ahead already he couldn’t see him! Mark gave it his all and caught up with Steward in 3 laps. When they got to the whoops Mark got even closer to him, but still not enough to pass him. This race was 13 laps. The pit board said they were on lap 8. Just like he had in his heat, Mark got really close to Steward,

Then the whoops came and Mark hit the same speed as Steward. He had a plan. Since the finish line was just 2 turns after the whoops, and he knew he couldn’t hold off Steward for 4 more laps, he was going to wait until the last lap and then pass him in the whoops.

Mark weighted patiently until the last lap when they were approaching the whoops. Mark increased his speed and flew through them. He passed Steward and sped through the last 2 corners and took the win.

“Yess!” Mark exclaimed as he handed his bike off to les and gave him a high five.

“Just do that again in your next race” said Les.

When Mark got back to the trailer Les put the 150 on a stand and grabbed the 85 off the stand and started back towards the starting gates. When they got there Mark got to pick his gate first because he was the points leader.

Mark picked gate 6. He was nervous. If Blake Gopy won and he got second, they would be tied for points. But Mark couldn’t let that happen. He had to go into the Southwest/Northwest round as the points leader.

Mark had looked at the results of the other 3 regions on the Internet. He was in 2nd place. There was 1 kid who had won all three rounds so far.

But then the card went up. Then sideways! Then the gate dropped and Mark started lap 1 of the 13 lap race in 3rd. Bobby was in first, Blake in second. The race was very uneventful until lap 11. The 3 in front had a HUGE lead. Blake went for a pass on Bobby. But he didn’t pass him, he rammed him which made Bobby fall! Mark went for the pass on Blake and made it. But as Mark came around a corner he felt something hit him. He and Blake fell.

“WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” Mark screamed at the boy who had just hit him. He and Blake Gopy pulled their helmets off and started punching each other. The fight lasted about 25 seconds. It wouldn’t have lasted even that long if they weren’t behind a hill where none of the audience or flaggers could see them.

With one last punch mark grabbed his helmet and picked up his bike. It started 3rd kick. He sped off. Bobby must’ve gotten hurt when Blake hit him because he had not passed the 2 boys fighting. No one else had passed either because the 3 had pulled so far ahead of the rest of the racers. Mark came across the finish line in first, but he didn’t pump his hand in victory, or do a whip. He was too mad at Blake Gopy!

 

[Matt 193]

I knew there would be some great action soon. Just a quick Q did the j-law fight give you the idea for this chapter

 

[dirtbike_freak]

I knew there would be some great action soon. Just a quick Q did the j-law fight give you the idea for this chapter

:) you cought me

 

[Matt 193]

:) you cought me

lol noone ever said you couldn't write about it. I thought it was a good touch. Keep up the good work.

 

[scooter1130]

So it looks like Mark has no problems knocking into others to win a race, just dont do it to him. :yikes:

 

[kawicam250]

another great chapter, dirtbike_freak :cool: . keep it up and cant wait for the next one!

 

[dirtbike_freak]

So it looks like Mark has no problems knocking into others to win a race, just dont do it to him. :yikes:

Blake Gopy knocks into other people on purpose and so they will fall. Mark was just being aggresive the time he knocked blake down. Besides, Blake deserved it.

 

[J-man]

so when do u think the next chapter will b ready

 

[dirtbike_freak]

the day after tommorow

 

[RedBull]

so if nobody saw he cant get hit points for it right?? that would just be devistating! oh yah you scarewd me in the superminis man i though he was gonna push it to hard in the woops and eat it... you had me shaking

 

[150rguy]

so if nobody saw he cant get hit points for it right??

what? are you talking about him being behind the hill when Mark and Blake got in a fight?

 

[Beth]

nice story :)

 

[skyhigh230]

hey it would be cool if you wrote a woods racing series story
cool story keep it up and eventually you can publish it all together.
also you could take each chapter to your local sunday news paper and have them publish a chapter weekly.

 

[150rguy]

hey it would be cool if you wrote a woods racing series story
cool story keep it up and eventually you can publish it all together.
also you could take each chapter to your local sunday news paper and have them publish a chapter weekly.

that's a good idea. Do you think a newspaper would printh something like this?

 

[kawicam250]

that's a good idea. Do you think a newspaper would printh something like this?

i doubt that they would printh( ;) ) something like this, so i wouldnt count on them liking this story enough to print it. most people think of dirt-biking as a rebel sport and they would never put anything rebel into their paper.

 

[dirtbike_freak]

Okay guys here's chapter 12. I spent a lot of time on this. it's pretty long. A big thankyou to olderndirtmom for proof reading this chapter.

Previously-With one last punch mark grabbed his helmet and picked up his bike. It started 3rd kick. He sped off. Bobby must’ve gotten hurt when Blake hit him because he had not passed the 2 boys fighting. No one else had passed either because the 3 had pulled so far ahead of the rest of the racers. Mark came across the finish line in first, but he didn’t pump his hand in victory, or do a whip. He was too mad at Blake Gopy!
Chapter 12

Mark walked back to the trailer and took off his gear. He was getting a black eye and a swollen lip. He was pleased to see that Blake was in no better condition as he walked by with his mechanic.

“What happened to you?” Jordan said as he saw Mark. Mark told him all about what had happened with Blake Gopy.

“You can’t lose your temper like that,” said Jordan. “You’re lucky that you were behind that hill or you could be kicked out of the Series.”

“What would you have done in that situation?” Mark asked.

“I would have hurried up and got on my bike, and saved the fighting for later,” he answered.
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Mark walked over to Bobby’s trailer. Bobby was sitting with ice on his knee.

“What happened?” Mark asked immediately.

“When that idiot hit me, I fell on my knee,” Bobby said angrily. “I can barely walk on it.”

“He knocked me down, too,” Mark said. “We started hitting each other.”

“So that’s what happened to your face,” Bobby said.
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As Mark was walking back to the TPA trailer he heard someone shout “PETERSON!”
Mark turned around to see Blake Gopy’s dad yelling his last name. He was a big man who looked like a wrestler who was overweight.

“What?” Mark answered.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing trying to sabotage my kid, huh?”

“You’re kid sabotaged me. He rammed me,” Mark said.

Blake’s dad grabbed the front of Mark’s jersey and said, “If you ever punch my son again I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever do. You got it?”

“Let go of me,” Mark said calmly.

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” he yelled. Mark bit his hand hard and ran! He started chasing after Mark yelling “GET BACK HERE KID!” Mark kept running. Mr. Gopy had almost grabbed him when Kasey stuck his foot out which made him trip. Then Jordan got Mr.Gopy in a headlock.

“If you ever touch that boy again, I’ll make sure you go to jail,” said Jordan in low voice. Mark thought this was very brave of him since Mr.Gopy was about 2 feet taller than Jordan and about 100 pounds heavier. Mr.Gopy walked back to his trailer cursing under his breath.

“What was that all about?” Matt asked.

“He grabbed me and I said let go and he didn’t so I bit him and then started running,” Mark said. Jordan laughed.

“He’s always had a bad temper.”

“You mean you know him?” Mark asked.

“Oh yeah, I know him. We raced pro together,” Jordan said.

“He raced?” Matt asked. “He doesn’t look in good enough shape.”

“He used to be,” Jordan said. “And he was a very aggressive racer, and not in a good way. He would take you out on purpose just to win the race.”

“Sounds like his kid,” Mark said.
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mrs. Peterson asked.

“I’m fine. Mom, I’ve got to go. Talk to you later,” Mark said.

“Love you,” she said.

“Love you, too. Bye.” Mark hung up the cell phone. He had just got off the phone and told his mom about the fight between him and Blake. She didn’t seem as mad as he thought she would be. She was more worried if he was hurt or not.

“How long is the drive to round 5?” Matt asked Jordan.

“11 or 12 hours,” Jordan said.

“WHAT?!” all 4 teammates yelled.

“Well it is in 2 states away in Washington. But don’t worry, you guys are taking a plane up,” Jordan said.

“So then it will only take a couple of hours?” Keenan asked.

“Yep.”

“Where are we staying? At a hotel?” Matt asked.

“Not this time. At my brother’s house,” said Jordan. “He has a track in his back yard so you can practice on that.”

“Awesome. Does he race?” Mark asked.

“Not anymore. His son races 85a.”

“Is he fast?” Mark asked

“He’s very fast,” answered Jordan.

“When are we leaving?” Matt asked.

“Tuesday,” Jordan said.
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Mark walked with Keenan slightly behind the rest of the team toward the loading platform for the flight to Washington. They sat in the chairs there for a few minutes until they heard the flight was boarding. Mark and Keenan walked to the ticket lady and handed her their tickets.

“Who are you with?” She asked

“They’re with us.” Kasey said.

Jordan had gone to Washington with the semi truck, so he wasn’t with them. Mark and Keenan walked onto the plane. They had two seats together and there was an empty seat closest to the aisle that was soon occupied by a lady in a business suit that looked to be in her early 40s. Keenan had the window seat and Mark was in the middle. Keenan looked a little sick.

“Are you okay?” Mark asked him.

“I’ve never been on an airplane before,” Keenan answered.

“Here,” the lady said, and she handed Keenan the barf bag.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” Keenan asked.

“Throw up in it,” the lady said. “Are you two traveling alone?”

“No were with our racing team.” Mark answered because Keenan didn’t look like he wanted to open his mouth while the plane took off.

“What do you race?”

“85A,” Mark answered.

“What?” the lady asked.

“Oh, you mean what dowe race. Dirt bikes,” Mark answered.

“Kids your age race motorcycles?” the lady asked.

“There are 4 year olds that race,” Mark answered.

“Seriously?” the lady asked. “Are you good?”

“Look at this!” Keenan seemed to be able to talk again. He rifled through a magazine and opened it to the interview with Mark. She read the interview for a minute and then said, “Well you must be good to be in a magazine.” Mark laughed. “Where are you guys going?”

“I don’t know,” Mark said. “Some place in Washington for the next round of the USMXN series.”

“Is it the championship?” she asked.

“No. I think that’s in Florida someplace,” said Mark. “What are you going to Washington for?”

“A meeting” She replied.

They spent the rest of the plane ride explaining motocross to the lady, who’s name was Becky, and listening to music. When they landed Keenan had been sleeping and he screamed because he thought they were crashing which brought half the passengers’ heads looking their way. Mark was just happy that Keenan hadn’t thrown up on his lap.
When they got off the plane Mark laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Keenan asked. Mark pointed to a kid who was holding a pit board that said “TPA Racing”.

“I guess that’s Jordan’s nephew,” Mark said. There was a man beside the boy. He resembled Jordan a little bit. Mark and Keenan walked up to them.

“You must be Mark and Keenan,” Jordan’s brother said.

“Yes, sir,” Mark answered. The man laughed.

“Call me Jim,” Jim said. “And this is my son Landon.” They shook hands and were soon joined by the rest of the team.

They walked out to their truck. There was a YZ85 and a YZ250 in the back.

“We just got back from the track and we didn’t want to take the trailer,” Jim explained.
Kasey sat in the front of the truck with Jim driving while Mark, Matt, Keenan, and Landon sat in the back seat. Keenan had to sit on Matt’s lap.

“Our house is about 20 minutes from here,” Jim said.

They drove in silence for 10 minutes until Mark broke the silence. “So you race 85A?”

“Yeah,” Landon said. “You do, too?”

“Yep,” Mark answered. “How’ve you been doing in the USMXN series?”

“I won round 1, got 3rd in round 2, 2nd in round 3, and 1st in round 4. You?” Landon asked.

“Second in round 1, first in round 2, 1st in round 3, and first in round 4,” Mark answered.

When they drove up the driveway Mark saw the house. It was a big brown house with a big garage out to the side. There were no neighbors and it looked like they had a fair amount of land. They drove over by the large garage.

“Landon, take them in and show them their rooms. I’ll unload the bikes,” Jim said.

“I can help unload the bikes, Jim,” Mark offered.

“Thank you Mark,” Jim said. The team grabbed their bags and followed Landon over to the house. Mark stayed behind and helped get the bikes out of the back of the truck.

“Take Landon’s bike and lean it on the stand by the other 85 in the garage. Mark did as he was told. He flicked on the lights. The garage had black and white checkered floor, a large work bench, and all the tools you could ever ask for. He pushed it over towards the other 85 and put it on the stand. Then Mark and Jim walked inside. Not only was the house one of the nicest Mark had ever been in, but Mark and Keenan got their own bedroom and didn’t have to share with Matt and Kasey. As Mark walked into the living room he saw a large window that overlooked the family’s land. Mark saw a track. It was long and had big doubles and table tops. Matt came out and looked out the window, too.

“Whoa!” he said.

“I can ask my dad if we can go ride it,” Landon said as he walked in. It was only 3:30. “You could ride my dads 250F,” he said to Matt.

“Okay,” Matt said.

“And you could ride one of my 85’s and use my riding gear since yours isn’t here yet.”

20 minutes later, they were walking down to the garage. Kasey had chosen to stay behind, and Keenan was going to watch since they didn’t have a bike to fit him. When they got into the garage Landon said, “Which one do you want?” gesturing at the two 85’s on stands. One was completely stock, while the other one had lots of mods on it.

“I’ll take the stock one,” Mark said.

Then they put on their gear. Mark wore one of Landon’s jerseys and his pants and an extra pair of his boots. Every thing fit him fairly well since Landon and him were almost the same size. Matt wore Jim’s gear. It was a little too big for him. Mark felt a little weird wearing a jersey that said “Styner” on the back as they were pushing the bikes toward the track.

“Take it easy your first couple of laps,” Landon said. “The jumps really launch you high.”

Mark turned the choke and the gas on, on the YZ and then kicked it over. It started right up. It was taller than his CR85 so it felt strange. After the bikes warmed up, Landon took off with Mark and Matt following him. Mark soon found out that Landon hadn’t been lying about the jumps launching you. There was a double that Mark thought looked easy enough, but when Mark did it he found himself high in the air and almost went over the handlebars. Mark rode the rest of the lap without doing any jumps. Then he started to do some table tops but not clearing them. On the 4th lap Mark was doing most of the jumps. There was one triple that looked pretty intimidating, but he was gonna wait a while before doing that.

After a little while, Mark and Landon kind of got into a race. Landon was a bit faster because it was on his track. Mark started to notice a difference in their riding style. Landon would always jump high in the air. Mark would scrub the jumps and stay lower over them, which made him get the landing first. After an hour and a half, the 3 riders headed back to the garage to put the bikes away. They walked up to the house together.

“It’s probably almost dinner,” Landon said as they walked in. They could tell it was because Mark could smell chicken. They washed their hands and then walked into the dining room. Sure enough there was chicken on the table.

“Mark, Matt,” Jim said, “This is my wife Lori.”

They shook hands and sat down to eat. As they ate they ate, Jim would ask the team questions such as, “What do you ride?” and “How long have you been riding?”.
When Mark was asked what he was riding he answered “CR85, and a CRF150R.”

“Oh the new 150?” Jim said, “I’m gonna get Landon the 150 when Yamaha comes out with one. We’ve always been Yamaha people. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s way easier to ride than my 85,” Mark answered.

After dinner Landon helped his mom with the dishes while Mark and Keenan were shown their room. It only had one bed.

“You’re sleeping on the floor,” Mark said.

“Why do I have to?” Keenan whined.

“Because I’m older,” Mark said.

They spent much of the next 2 days practicing on the Styner’s track and playing video games, which Landon had a lot of. On Thursday evening Jordan and the TPA semi arrived. The truck driver dropped Jordan off at his brother’s house, and then headed to the track to find a spot.