Mess With Me, Ya Mess With the Whole Trailer Park!

This aircraft "tug" has a 350 small block Chevy engine w/Edelbrock heads!

Justin is an old friend from waaaaaaay back. He actually raced DH at Fontucky years ago, on a hardtail. He was so fast back then, he actually had crashed one race, FOUR TIMES, and still took second. He and I go back to the days of Grand Terrace, Wendy Chaves crying about refrigerator doors being made of glass, and v-brakes on downhill bikes.









Justin and Jamie

His brother, Nate-Dogg, also raced. We managed to get his family business in Riverside, Taylor's Appliance, to sponsor us. They even gave us a van to drive to the races! We also had the now-dead Jurupa Valley Brewing Company helping by feeding us and giving us free beers. That's right, free beers. And you wonder where I get it from. That place had a double-chocolate-oatmeal-stout I'd sell Charleze Theron's ass for. Anyhoooo Nate, Justin and I had a great time tonight at Justin's party talking about those early days of racing.



Stunt Plane just returning from an air race

We all miss it. Nate raced the '95 NORBA in Big Bear with me in about six feet of fresh snow! Justin used to live right behind the Sycamore Canyon Park in Riverside (Taylor's training camp) and we used to build a ton of the trail network that exists there today. All this took place well before ANY of you knew me. Any of you except Taylor, who was so young his breath still smelled like SIMILAC! Despite his youth, taylor was actually racing for MOUNTAIN CYCLE at the time, and could still kick my ass from the confines of his full-suspension stroller.








Nate Dogg, ex-DH racer and pal of Taylor's


Anyhow, it was a great party in a sweet old hangar at the Flabob Airport in Rubidoux. Hanger parties rock. Jamie, Justin's girlfriend and personal body-guard set the whole night up, hiring a band and even a taco-cart! NONE OF YOU TIRD-BURGLERS HAVE EVER GOTTEN ME A TACO CART! jim Roff once gave me a Taco Fart on the way to Sea Otter, but that's just not the same...sorry Jim.







Justin and I on the tug, completely blind from alcohol poisoning