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.
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.
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