The goat van rolled into the farm at 4 AM. We slept for a few hours, unloaded everything, then loaded the race bikes and headed back onto the road.
About 8 hours later we arrived in Millerstown, KY for round number two of the OMA National races. The first national went poorly, with Phil getting tangled up in a tree just minutes into the race, leaving a mangled bike and right arm. So as it turned out, round 2 would actually be Phil’s first time doing a lap on an OMA track. The day started rough, as H’Idalgo forgot to pack the tearoffs. That error became fatal in the very first corner, as Phil’s goggles were covered in mud just getting through the first turn.
The race turned out to be one of survival, as the ruts and bogs swallowed riders and bikes whole. Phil managed to get lost 3 times, stuck 5 times, and was nearly knocked off his bike via a tree to the head. After all was said and done, Phil barely finished, Uncle Circe got a lap in, and Max “the Factor” ran out of gas. Paul Whibley took the win, followed by Jimmy Jarret, and OMA newcomer Kurt Caselli.
Can you dig it. I’m only 6 feet/3 inches tall and I beat Rik Smits.