IN THE SADDLE
By Terry Cunningham
Friday was testing day for the team (Robb, Mike and
me) at a local riding area (Little Gem) just outside of Boise.
Things went well, as we traded bikes back and forth to
find out which ones would best fit our individual riding
styles and the classes we would be entering. Robb had
his bikes with him. Mike and I settled on a couple of 500s
(six-speed with Rekluse for Mike and a full auto for me).
Our support crew, which included Mitchell, Bob and Don,
was tremendously helpful as we sorted things out—lever
adjustment, suspension settings, tire pressure. After a couple of hours we headed back into town to drop the bikes
off at Boise Vintage Cycles (Terry Williams’ shop) to be
cleaned up and prepped for the open house at 6 p.m. and
the big weekend.
Saturday came in with a crispness in the air that felt so
good, with the sunshine over the top of the snowcapped
mountains, that it was hard to contain our emotions at
times. After sign-up came practice. It had been a long time
since I had ridden a full-blown motocross track, especially
on an auto (500 at that)! Earlier in the week Don had asked
me what kind of terrain I preferred for riding, and I told
him that I didn’t like rocks or sand, but other than that I
just love riding a motorcycle. Yep, this was a major-league
sand track. After practice we had a riders’ meeting where
they announced some special guest riders (with some vin-
tage past tied to them). As far as my four motos went, they
were pretty uneventful, except for my second Evo moto on
the 500 Auto; it popped into neutral after slamming into a
berm at the bottom of the finish-line hill.
As the races finished up on the day and goodbyes were
said, I thought about how many lives were touched by this
event, bringing together relationships from the past and