The Hooligan racing was fast as f#ck for how small of a track it was. Normally these guys would stay in first gear on a track this small, but with the added traction from the asphalt, most the dudes were running 2nd. I watched Brad Spencer smoke his tire around every inch of the track. Braking hard, chattering into the corner and ripping it wide open out. Literally smoke was curling off the tires the entire time. With the gritty old industrial asphalt surface combined with balls-to-the-wall riding, it made sense that even the hardest compound tires were destroyed by the end of the day. The track was fast and I don’t think anyone wanted to find out what crashing on 50-year-old asphalt felt like. There weren’t many passes in the main and not a single crash, cluing us in that despite the ferocious riding, the boys were weary of going down on such an unforgiving surface. Luckily all the riders left the track unscathed, unless you count Baber
into the barriers after the race and bruising his hand on Dibrino’s helmet, but he didn’t get the crash trophy so I don’t think it counted.
Busch crossed the holeshot line a few inches before Bradley Spencer Jr, then it was Dibrino, Nick Leonetti
, Mikey Virus
and everyone else. Busch led the whole race until Dibrino snuck under him in turn 1 on one of the final laps and Mikey made some passes to snag the last podium spot. Everyone else finished safely, like I said no falls in this one proving the asphalt oval a success.
Nick Leonetti won the dash for cash and the $1000 check to go with it, and I couldn’t think of anyone I would rather party with after a win like that than good ol' Nicky. Big Al
must have had those bikes dialed because he and Cardo were ripping all day.