It Happened...

That's right. IT happened.
Buckle up, this is a long one.
If you're reading, I know you saw my post yesterday.
Let me tell you all about how it went down...

In my last blog post I said we had a weekend off before Regionals. Like weekend before last. Not the one that just passed, the one before.
Ya following me? Hope so.

So, that Saturday Ronny and Wyatt decided to go put some laps in at Scrub'nDirt in Monroe. I ran some errands and planned to go watch Jurassic World in IMAX with Mom and Caroline. On the way to Buford I got the call. That call. The call that NO mother wants to receive.

Me: Hello
Ronald: Hey.
Me: Hey?
Ronald: *huge sigh* I guess I'm headed to Gainesville to the ER with Wyatt.
Me: WHAT?!
Ronald: Yeah. I think he broke his arm.
*silence*
Me: I'll meet you there.
Ronald: Ok. Love you, bye.
Me: Love you, bye.

One week before Regionals and we're talking about a broken arm?! I was sick.

Fast forward an hour and they pull into the hospital. Wyatt was in good spirits and had calmed down on the ride. His arm was swelling, but nothing looked out of place.
We waited for what seemed to be an eternity and they took us back to xray. I'm not going to lie. I damn near puked waiting on the images to load on the screen. Images pop up and to my untrained eye I see full bones, I can't explain the relief I felt. She let Wyatt come over and look at them and told him what all the bones were. I thought that was fun, Wyatt thought it was cool. She returned us to the waiting room and said the Dr would go over them and then see us.  Another eternity later we're called back. Quickly she lets us know she sees no breaks. *Thank you Jesus* Gives us a sling and tells us to follow up with Ortho the next week.
The swelling was unreal. Sunday was by far the worst day. We wanted him to rest and I was religiously icing it for 20 minutes every hour. Keeping him still is like having a caged wild animal. Close to impossible.

 So I had to take advantage during naps...

We even had a break down Sunday afternoon. 

He was so mad, worried about Regionals and just plain pissed about being hurt period. 

Monday the bruising started. 

Tuesday was Ortho appointment with progressively worse bruising...

On the way to the Orthopedic Ronny says: I just have a bad feeling about this.
First thing the Dr. says is "Well I see no breaks. We'll put a cast on for a week and re -xray next week and then maybe a re-cast for a couple weeks after that."

Wait. What?! No break? Why a cast?!?

As Wyatt's eyes filled with tears and after me and Ronny were able to speak I explained the importance of the upcoming race. IF there was ANY chance he could do it...we were doing it. He got a bit huffy with me and said we would re-xray right then and make a decision at that point.
Xrays came back and we went over them and again...no visible breaks. He was worried about the swelling and bruising. Once he realized we weren't OK with a cast for no reason he came around to our side and said to wrap it and see how things go over the next few days. Told us he wouldn't recommend it but wasn't telling us no, that if he felt up to racing he could race. We made a follow up appointment for the next week and left.

Wednesday after work we wrapped him up and sent him off on his Honda around the yard. He said he was good to go.
Southeast Regional at South of the Border MX...here we come.

Side note: South of the Border happens to be the weirdest town/tourist trap this side of the Mississippi.

So here we are. The Southeast Regional Championship and Wyatt is riding at about 80%. Of course we wanted to show up to Regionals and kick tail, dominate and pick up a ticket in each class.
At this point I didn't care if it was 1st or 5th. I didn't want my guy to have to do it again the next weekend.
Remember how nervous I've been about this? Yeah, times it by a million.
It was hotter than four hells and humid as all get out.
It didn't help that it monsoon rained Thursday night. Made for an awful day of practice on Friday.
By Saturday(race day) arm looked like this...

Luckily Jessica and Ehren were there to help us keep our sanity.
Plus Wyatt loves him some Mobley and Jessica.
It's no longer Maverick Mobley...it's Mechanic Mobley.

Regionals are 3 moto format. That meant 6 motos in 2 days.

Saturday we got in his first & second moto in the 4-6 Stock Limited class. He made mistakes and like I said he was riding at about 80%. He took 10th in both of those motos. 

First moto of the Special Limited class he finished 3rd.

Sunday was the day...the day you earn your ticket.

First moto of the day was the second round on the Mini...and boy did he kill it. Had a great start and dropped it in a turn and went to next to last. He worked his way back up to another 3rd.

Next moto was the last of the Stock class. He had a terrible start...dead last by the 2nd turn. He managed to work back up to 9th for a 9th place finish overall. Putting his KTM in the top 10 with all the Cobras (my moto peeps will get that). 9th is not in a qualifying spot, but that was ok. We wanted the other class.

Now for the last moto. All he needed was a good start and to stay on 2 wheels.

He did just that. He finished the moto in second for a second overall.

He did it. He's headed to The Ranch! 

We couldn't be more proud.

 Loretta's 2015 here we come.  

Muddy Creek

There's nothing muddy about this post. Just the name of the track we hit last week.
We left out Thursday night for Blountville, TN, arriving at the beautiful Muddy Creek Raceway around 11PM. Which happens to be one of my favorites. It's one of the best spectator tracks we've been to.

This race was kind of special. It was Amateur Day(s) for the RedBull Tennessee National.

Friday, Wyatt raced in the 4-6 and the 4-8 open. The track was rough. Which is what we went expecting. Wyatt hated it, Ronny loved it. He finished up with a 2nd and 4th respectively.
Once again, that sneaky Brian Converse was scoping out the track for the Pro National and grabbed a couple awesome shots.

So that was Friday. Saturday was the fun day. We woke up to the sweet sounds of  factory bikes ripping the track for practice. The pits opened at 9 so we headed that way shortly after.

Before I get into what happened in the pits let me go back a couple months...
When we went to Daytona in March for the Ricky Carmichael Supercross, it was kind of the same deal just on a much larger scale. Supercross on Saturday then Amateurs the following day. Ronny and I went to the pits before the Supercross without Wyatt. We scoped out what times everyone was signing autographs and tried to come up with a game plan. On the way out we pass the RCH rig...there's about 6 people standing in a line. I say "Hey, I bet that's for autograph tickets. I'll stay here you go get Wyatt." Ronny asks a girl a the tent and she tells him no that's for something else. I still wanted to stay but Ronny said "It'll be fine. Lets go get Wyatt. We'll come back and get a ticket". Mind you, all Wyatt wanted out of the entire weekend was Ricky Carmichael and Ken Roczen's autograph. We go get Wyatt and head back to the pits. Upon returning we find that the line is huge. Chick lied! It was the autograph ticket line! Ronny jumps in line and we wait; slowly moving toward the man handing out the equivalent of Willy Wonka's Golden Tickets. The last ticket is handed to the man in front of us. Talk about total disappointment. I'm not sure who was more mad, Wyatt or me. Mark that as a big 'ol pisser.

Now back to Muddy Creek. We take off on the forever long walk to the pro pits.
First tent we hit was Honda. Cole Seely pic & autograph right off the bat. Wyatt was pumped.

We start walking along and Ronny darts off between 2 rigs...we follow.
There's my man Chad Reed...who was super nice and just a gorgeous in person.

While waiting in line for Mr. Reed, Ronny went to see who else was out signing.
Me and Wyatt get our goods and start looking for Ronny. As you can see Wyatt was decked out in Roczen swag so we went on a hunt for his rig. I knew Ronny would eventually find us.
After wandering around for a bit we find Ronny to learn the exact same scenario as Daytona happened AGAIN!
Seriously. Twice?! My poor baby is never going to meet him.
Luckily Marvin Musquin was singing at the KTM tent and that perked Wyatt back up. We didn't get a pic with him though. His mechanic was trying to get him to come in the rig and he kept signing..I thought that was nice of him. Made lots of kids happy.

At noon racing began. We got a spot on the grass next to the start gate and roasted in the sun...even got rained on a bit.

Oh and that chick you see there in the khakis, blue tank top & hat...I should have gotten another picture of her later in the day. That tank top got rolled into a bandeau. It was a sight to see.

By the time the second motos came around Wyatt was spent. We went back to the camper, Wyatt and I enjoyed some AC. Ronald watched the second motos.

Sunday we were up bright and early for another day of racing for Wyatt.
He raced the same classes and finished the same 2nd & 4th. His lap times improved greatly...but unfortunately so did everyone else's. Also had a couple crashes, all in all it was a good day.

This weekend we're off and next weekend is Southeast Regionals. Yeah, just typing that has my stomach in knots. Good thing is Wyatt is chill. He told us "Guys, it's just a race where if you do good you get a Loretta's ticket. It's just a race." He's cool as a cucumber.
Maybe I'm getting all his nerves, which is OK. I'd rather be the basket-case than him.


Next blog will be post Regionals...Hopefully to show off that Loretta's ticket.