Don't be imbarassed, tell all ! And I'm sure there are some of you vet rider's with some good one's....

-- BOB PICHE (MX31VET@AOL.COM), July 12, 2000

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well i didnt crash ... i went over the spectator jump at middleboro and when i landed my bike was hardly moving... i looked at my bike to see what was wrong and when i looked down some guy was stuck in my rear tire .. between the subframe and my tire..so i had to stop and i got his leg out .. then i kept going ! : ) .. lol.. then another time was after the holeshot i went over the spectator and when i landed my bike didnt move... it was in gear but wouldnt move so i hopped of my bike and pushed it to the side...come to find out my front sprocket fell off and my chain got wraped up in my rear tire.. ( i dont like that jump anymore ) lol !

-- jenn 520 (mxchik520@aol.com), July 12, 2000.

i think the funniest thing/embarrasing was more like after my crash. I was out of it after doing cartwheels... and the emt's came over and took off my shirt (i had a regular bra on, not a sports one) in front of everyone, then realized that i was a girl. Thats why now i wear my big neon PINK race pants, i definitly won't be mistaken again!

-- Meagan 486 (mxgurly486@aol.com), July 12, 2000.

Wow, are you guys in for a story or what? But who am I to know?! LOL. Well the story begins on a misty, starry, crazyfest filled night. Wow, I have to slow down. Over exited, over exited! Anyways, I was doing some crazy shit, man! When- outa nowhere-a giant UFO, complete with hundreds' of em' alians, jump out from the sky. And, And! to my wondering eyes, what does apair, but alians with razor guns galor! So (guys this ain't funny!) I shit my pants! Where talking huge watery, running down your pants SHIT! Not just a little "wet fart" shit. So what happens? To my surprise I'm still in the air, sky high, and my crap, hehe, falls out on everyone. The alians sniff, and astonished and verry frightend by the smell, leave. Anna savea the day. Laters.

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 12, 2000.

YOU SURE ARE SOME CRAZY PERSON,DUH!!!!

-- manuel (fuzzy@msn.com), July 12, 2000.

i was in my yard. riding my brand new 1990 cr 500. i was nacked. all these girls were around asking for rides. i was giving girls rides for hours until i ran out of gas. so after i filled up all the girls said they wanted to see some tricks. so i was like fine. so i busted out on my bmx jumps with my dirtbike. i was polling sick tricks like one-handers, 1-footers, my famous butt wip until i started to bust out the no footers. they were sick. my feet were about 6 inches off of the foot pegs. then all of a sudden a flock of birds flew by. one came very low and slammed me in the junk just as i was hitting the biggest jump around. it was the size of the middleboro's spectator doulble. as an instinct i put my hands down their but when i landed my hands were still down their. i then got the meanest headshack and fell off by bike and got the meanest rasberry on my a$$.

-- story of poulins life. (mxmac616@aol.com), July 12, 2000.

just joking poulin. love ya. see ya tonight

-- andy (mxmac616@aol.com), July 12, 2000.

Hello again! Boy, I was so exited last night, with telling you about powerbands, crashes, ect. that I forgot to mention a crash that was down right dirty bad. Well, it all starts off when I was in my mid twenties. It was the winter of '64, and the blizzard riders' competition for the Bethely Hills Motorcross was worst than ever. I, as a spunky 40 year old, was downright with it! lol. Anyways we were going across the ice when out of nowhere, I smelt, "sniff, sniff, like a dog" AND, and, TO MY OPMOST SURPRISE, the lake where we were all riding caught fire. Someone "accidently" put a powerband full of gas on the lake! It was hetic I tell ya'. Everyone running, trying to get to saftey in a frenzi of smelly, firery, alcohol filled party. Well guys the morol of the story is never trust anyone near or on in anyway your bike. Powerband stealers are everywhere. YOU must be strong and resist the urge to talk in-between races. YOu musn't put your gaurd down!! The story ends here. Sorry to cut it short but a fart is coming on.

-- Anna Smithol (raceman@aol.com), July 13, 2000.

Here's one, one day racing at bull run, the start got the best of me (i hate to say it) but i was coming around the right hander approaching little devel's drop. In front of me launching off the jump was ...JACK ! YEP # 2 ( that bad boy) , when he went into the air his shirt ( not being tucked in the pant) lifted and just about went over his head from behind like a turban, he exposed more "crack" than the drug dealers of Mexico. I laughed so hard i lost composure to ride and went i jumped, i landed and rode a front wheelie for 30 ft. before crashing off to the right, when i hit the ground my finger was between the brake lever and throttle, you guessed it, broken !

-- BOB PICHE (MX31VET@AOL.COM), July 14, 2000.