ASA World FMX Championships and moi.

Last night...I got press credentials for the ASA World FMX (Freestyle Motocross)Championships. In order to get this uber special wrist band that would gaurantee me access anywhere--I had promised to write an article about the event. Which was fine and dandy until I remembered I knew absolutely nothing about motocross. But my wristband made it all the better. I got to stand backstage right at the fence. Right at the dirt. I almost got hit with a bike three times!! And it was awesome.

I was surrounded by not only members of the press, but also family and friends of the athletes. As I struggled with the freakishly cold weather and my lame attempts at scribbling notes down in my notebook, a guy came and stood next to me. When he saw me scribbling away, he asked me 'what I was doing' in a loud voice of disbelief. When I tried to explain to him that I was here in agreement to write an article, his questions kept pouring out. I told him I knew absolutely nothing about motocross; he laughed and told me to 'just watch'. I had been watching, but I had been so involved in trying to make sense of what was going on that I wasn't having any fun. I began to let my note-taking slip a little. I began cheering and rooting for the athletes (Nate Adams--my faveorite because he looks like this guy I had a thing for in high school.)


When the competition was over; all of the press ran up the giant dirt hill where the winners were handed their trophies. Taka Higashino, who hails from Osaka, Japan came in thrid. Nate Adams--nicknamed Nate 'The Destroyer' Adams--of Glendale, Arizona came in at second. First place went to Mike Mason of Minden, Nevada. The lighting was god-awful. And I only have a pink Kodak digital camera. Thats why my pictures look so shitty. Even my new photographer friend, Leon, was having trouble getting good pictures with his fancy Nikon. This was my first exposure to motocross of any kind, and I'm certain it wont be my last. Motocross and I have a crush on one another. I sent the article I wrote to various freelancing sports magazines. We'll see if it gets picked up. If not, I'll post it on here.

Love, Yelle & Rebelle.