Sunday, March 11, 2018


I am on board with hooligan racing, 
but every time I interviewed one 
of the top guns of American Flat Track, 
they would roll their eyes and say "get a 450".
Curiosity got the better of me. 
I took their advice.
Wasn't overly concerned about 
taking her out for the first time.
After all, it was just a 450.
I had piloted plenty of fast street machinery.

It was my first time on a banked short track too.
I was thinking to myself, 
it feels like fall as I pull out onto the track.
The 450 lunged ahead violently when I dropped the clutch.

Explosive acceleration accentuated by lightweight and narrowness.
Yeah, she had caught me off guard. 
The straightaways seemed shorter.

Rocketing into the first corner carrying too 
much speed caused me to run wide.
I got her pointed but she just spun up on me.
Upshifting was the wrong answer.
She spooked me a bit but I stay on it.
The handling was hair triggered compared to the Hooligan stuff.
I sensed she would hurt me if I got it wrong.
But I loved the precise feel and harsh acceleration. 
As a street bike guy, I dreamt of a bike that would spin the
back tire everywhere and here she is.
I am hooked, 
but I've been waiting for the Pennsylvania winter
to let me have another dance with her.
Hooligan might be NASCAR but that 450 is like a Formula One car.


Where would I be if there was no hooligan racing?
Probably still sitting in the grandstands.
The hooligan class gives me and a 
lot of riders  a chance to go dirt track racing,
It brings new blood to the sport.
Have an old Sportster or twin around?
Yes, you too can join the ranks and
see how awesome dirt track racing is.

The lure of sliding sideways while spinning 
my back tire was intoxicating to me.
I love being over the limit.
Had to try flat track racing.
But I could not see a clear way into the sport.
My solution was to convert a street bike to race.
As a matter of fact, my first outdoor events were on that bike.

Nice Sidestand 

Modifying your street bike for racing 
reminds me of the early days of NASCAR.
Early racing stock cars were the automobiles
that the everyman drove every day.
Hooligan bikes are like that too. 
They were never intended for racing.
Yeah they lack the purity of real racing equipment but they
give the 'everyman' a chance to do battle on the track.
The fans love seeing bikes like theirs being raced.
This adds to the reputation of the brand and builds brand loyalty.
Motorcycle manufactures and supplier of high-performance
products can see their stuff in action too. 
This presents good product placement and advertising opportunities.
Roland Sands Design seems to have their finger 
on the pulse by running a hooligan race series. 
And having racers like Ryan Villopoto on Yamaha 
or Jake Zemke on Ducati doing hooligan
events can only help the growth of the sport.
It's a great time to be around flat track racing. (Part I)

Saturday, February 10, 2018


Milwaukee Rocks!

Nothing like a shot of good times and 
motorcycle fun to break the winter blues.
Last year was my first time at this event.
Yeah, it's a filling weekend of motorcycle goodness.
It's kick off at the arena.

Friday's packed indoor races at the arena
were a mixture of madness and magic.
The party atmosphere spilled over to the racers, too.
My favorite entry was a well-ridden 
Honda Pacific Coast pizza delivery bike.
Looking lost, in the sea of amateur racers and hipsters,
were some of the best American Flat Track racers

They even had races for Honda Groms & Kawasaki Z125s.
Pure chaos ensued when they got on track.
Out there one racer stood head and shoulders above the rest.

He was a Roadrunner on a track full of Wiley E. Coyotes.
His skills dazzled and, yes, he took the win easily.
Corey Texler was masterful.

It was incredible that Kawasaki gave away a Z125 at Flat Out Friday, 
but why not have a pro race it first?

Henry Wiles is legendary.
He was already there racing a Kawasaki 450.
I knew he would make a good brand ambassador.
Later, I asked my friends at Kawasaki and 
Henry if they would be interested in
challenging Corey on his Honda.

Kawasaki loved the idea.
Henry Wiles#17

 Henry said
'Well, Michael we'll need two bikes.
One for me to win on, the so you can
race and write an article about it'.
Be his teammate?
I was gobsmacked.
Sadly, they are not allowing
professionals in the Grom class.
So our plans were scrapped.
I was so close!
It could have been a great race.

Flat Out Friday & Mama Tried are a
great way of beating the winter blues.
You'll only be sorry if you don't go.

Saturday, January 27, 2018


The romance of racing on the beach.

Oliver Brindley writes about his love

for beach racing and his

2017 season in American Flat Track.

Beach racing has been in my family for years.

The beach is routes racing at its finest.

Held at Mablethorpe Sand Racing Club.

They have been holding events for 45 years.

The club is located in a small seaside town

in the East Lindsey district of

Lincolnshire, England.

First practice on the beach

is like nothing else.

It's the smoothest surface

you can imagine.

A hundred yards until the seas

with big slides and smiles.

The last race is like the

gnarliest cushion half-mile.

Every class gets one four-lap practice.

With five four-lap point races.

Sign on time depends on when

the tide goes out and comes in.

The track is set out with cones in an oval.

Always positioned where the tide

has left fresh smooth firm sand.

The beach is where my racing started.

My dad talks about how the

beach is good for your riding.

He says it's a

"serious character building exercise."

I got my first motorbike at five years old.

Started riding at six and make my

debut beach racing at eight.

I remember that winter.

Crying on the start line

because it was so cold.

Yes, it toughened me up.

I still love it but don't

miss the cold.

Races are held every other

weekend from October to March.

Classes consist of juniors,

motocross classes up to 450,

and road bikes (homebuilt classes).

Crazy shed build specials.

Some show up with 1000cc

sportbikes with slicks to race.

The season came to a completion.

I organized my home of 182 days.

Leaving my fun mover with our

close family friend Richard Snowden

in California.

He really had our backs this year.

Living the life of a professional racer

is awesome. We put some

30,000 miles down.

Driving all over plus preparing

for racing. Never having a secure

location to park up and sleep.

I always had someone there to

share the traveling.

My family came over for just

a couple of weeks.

I soon realized how tough it

is not seeing them for such time.

Being away from home is hard.

I arrived back home in England.

I had a few weeks not riding bikes.

But was soon back at the beach.

I've only done two race meetings

this winter. I have been riding

motocross and CRF100s a fair bit.

The weather has been too rough to

get the flat track bike out.

I love my mountain bike and

ride a great deal in the weather.

Been putting in time at the gym

to get for my second year as a

professional racer.

My dad runs our small business

where we live in Bawtry, England.

I work full-time at the family

machine shop when home.

Saying all of this.

I do look forward to getting

back to living my dream.

We have new sponsors jumping

onboard for next year.

Hoping we can pull our funds

together to make some success.

I realized what it takes by the

end of last year and I am

feeling stronger than ever.

By OBR24

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Wednesday, January 17, 2018


Many of us dream of being a motorcycle racer.
But the life of a privateer is hard.
No day job to speak of.
Earning your living by your results.
The road from event to event is endless.
This is a year with Davis Fisher in his own words.

Well, 2017 is a wrap. 
  A year ago I called my dad with the
crazy idea of building our own team. 
JD Beach offered to loan me a stock Kawasaki J&M twin.
We picked up sponsorship from
Bob Lanphere's Beaverton Motorcycles and Dick Wall 60.
Allied Motors offered help too.
We were able to build three engines
and still have enough cash for traveling to
the first three races.
I headed to Michigan to
get my Kawasaki engines

completed by Gordy in mid-February.  
Along the way, I stopped at 'Bill Builts' 
to get some pipes made for the TT.
I got on the road to Florida with $600 in
my pocket only to a chain pop off in 
the 'Last Chance Qualifier' ending my night in Daytona.
If you don't finish, you don't make money.
It would have been tough to make it to the next
round without the help of Celorie Brothers Trucking. 


Next weekend was Georgia,

we rebounded with a seventh place which
gave us some cash to keep moving forward. 
To make some money, I worked a week in Michigan.
Then grabbed another seventh place in North Carolina. 
The next 5 races were all miles.
I was nervous about only having one 750cc engine.
Photo from Davis Fisher & Dirttrackfotos
I called Craig Parkinson to ask if I
could borrow one of his twins or at least a motor. 
"Yeah, no problem. I would actually like to see you ride one"
I was excited to pick up his two complete bikes
on my way heading west.

We knew the sound rule was coming into play by Arizona.
My dad built a boom box to quiet down the bike.
It checked out OK on the dyno.

I  had a wheel come apart on the road to Arizona
We were lucky it happened two miles
from Les Schwab's main hub.
We showed up 15 minutes before closing 
The mechanics stayed until the job was done.

We worked our way down to Arizona and
stayed in a timeshare with my family.
Race day we tried the PBR Big A linkage.
I struggled with getting starts and making
passes on the one line track. Not making the main
was a disappointment after qualifying third!
(A big thank you to Aunt Robyn and Uncle Keith.
Happy that Grandma Sharon, Aunt Danette and 
Grandpa Andy made it down to watch the race too.)

The next race was Sacramento.
During the week prior I stayed at a campground with Kolby Carlile.
We decided to go with our C&J since we didn't
have much experience with the Big A linkage.
I was making the pass for sixth place on Shawn Baer.
Suddenly I had no brakes.
I was able to slide up the inside with no contact.
I let him go and finished the race in seventh.

Ryan Wells and I took off for Michigan after the race.
The differential failed in my van.
We made it all the way to Morris, Illinois.
That's a good four hours away from our destination.
Ryan had to get home, so Kolby picked him up.
I stayed the night in a hotel.
My good friend, Bill Sherman heard I was broken down.
He drove all the way down to see if I was alright. 
Its good to have friends like that.

Wednesday morning I made it to Michigan.
I had a few days to get ready for Springfield.
We were to race at the Peoria Speedway Friday.
But it got rained out-so on to Springfield, Illinois.
We raced the TT on Saturday night on 
The Fox's 450 and finished 5th.

The mile was the next day,
I had so much fun running with the lead pack.
Before the red came out I was running fourth behind the Indians,
after the red flag, Sammy snuck up bumping me back to fifth.

We had battery failure at 'The Red Mile' in Kentucky.
Then the chain popped off at the mile in Oklahoma.
You can't earn a living making  DNFs.

We started the day in Lima with the PBR Big A bike.
I switched to the Savage Customs side shock
because I was a half second faster on it.
I was so eager to get good results.
Last year I made a rookie mistake 
by crashing out of the heat race.
For sure this year was my better,
battling with Bryan Smith till 5 to go.
I was able to make my way by him
and Henry Wiles with one to go.
I finished in the fourth position! 
It felt so good counting the riders in front
of me after the checkered flag waved.

I was so shocked to finish just one spot
away from a podium finish.
Chasing Jake Johnson#5
I was looking forward to the race weekend in New York.
My girlfriend Makenna came along for the ride.
Dad was bringing my little brother Bly. 
We gave the PBR Big A another shot but ended up
on the Savage Customs because I
was more comfortable and faster.
We struggled throughout the year on the Big A
because we just didn't know what the motorcycle
wanted versus our side shock.  I bet with more
time we could have figured out the Big A.
It's tough when all you got is race day.
Ended the day with an eleventh on the Savage Customs.
Dad, Bly, Makenna and I drove to Michigan to hang out at the
Johnson's house for a couple days before heading to X Games.
We went riding, jumped in the lake and rode go-karts. 

For Calistoga, I put one of PBR's 750 motors in the side shock.
Calistoga wasn't the normal Calistoga, it was another one-line track.
I couldn't grab a start and struggled throughout the day.
I could get into the corners very well just couldn't quite 
get off them. Finished the day out 11th.
On the way home Makenna and I stopped at Three Pools in Oregon.
After we drove home and got ready to head to the Buffalo Chip.

A strange noise started when my dad and I were driving.
The left front wheel bearing on my van failed.
It was about 1 AM.
All the auto parts store had closed.
We spent the night on the freeway.
In morning I hopped on my Grom pit bike, in search of a part store.
While I was gone dad had got the failed bearing removed.
He put the new part on and we were on the road in 30 minutes.
The Buffalo Chip may have been the best venue but not for us.
We couldn't catch a break.
Blowing up a battery in practice and breaking a
chain adjuster in the second qualifying.
I started dead last in my heat race.
I just couldn't make passes and didn't make the main event. 

Moving on to the Rapid City race.
I was hoping to do well here.
I won the singles class in 2015 but didn't
even make the main last year on the Harley. 
This year I battled all race long with
Vanderkooi and Halbert finishing in 10th place.

Dad and I headed to Johnson's to get ready
for Galesburg short track and the Peoria TT.
I finished third at Galesburg on The Fox's 450.
Everyone had been talking about Peoria all year.
The rumors were true.
We were racing twins at the legendary TT.
I was a bit nervous because of all the
troubles we had at the TT prior.
I felt comfortable on the track throughout qualifying.
Third in my heat put me front row for the main.
I finished eighth.
My front brake faded near the end of the race
so we have a new set up going into 2018.

We were looking forward to going to Springfield Mile II.
I got 5th there in the spring.
This time I got mixed up with this one rider in the semi.
That same guy just loves to blow me off the
the groove and he did it again in the main.
He had been pulling this all season.
I ain't gonna say who.
He knocked us out of the lead draft after the restart.
I got myself back up behind the lead draft but it was too late.
The checkered flag was in the air-I finished in eighth place.

I liked Savage Customs side shock chassis so much, 
we decided to build a center shock chassis
for the next race at Williams Grove Half-Mile.
I headed to Pennsylvania early to so I could
hang out with my buddy Brandon Robinson.
JD Beach stopped by on his way to New Jersey for road racing.
We decided to do some go-kart racing for fun.
JD was airborne on the first lap! 
I left Friday afternoon to head to Philadelphia to pick up my parents. 
Late that night I awoke to an awesome surprise.
Makenna, her mom Lisa, and sister Kaley made a surprise visit. 
I don't know if they wanted to see me race or hang out with my mom! 

Qualifying was great-top five.

I got a second row start in the Main due to my finishing fourth in the Semi.
I was running decent until my pipes flung off and snapped my brake line.
I'm glad mom and dad were there for the ride home.
Driving home alone after a mechanical sucks.
I dropped my mom and dad off in Detroit so
they could fly home and get back to work.
I continued my way to the Johnson's house.
It's like my second home. 
I can't thank them enough for everything they have done.
They are way too good to me.

 I got the exhaust pipes remounted on the bike.

All the bikes ready to go to the next round in Texas.
Austin Helmholz had thrown a chain in Pennsylvania.
I had been hauling his bike around for him. 
His dad shipped a motor to me.
Austin flew in and I helped him swap his motor.
The next day we enjoyed the beach with Makenna. 
Ryan Wells showed up and said he needed a ride to the next two rounds. 
Nah-only kidding, it's nice having Ryan come help me drive.
We got down to Texas and Austin woke up wondering 
how we got there and where the trailer was! 
We had dropped the trailer and went to IHOP before he had woke up! 

The race day went smoothly at the Lonestar Half-Mile.
We made it through with an eighth-place finish.
 I had a good battle in the main with Jarod Vanderkooi.
We were being oiled down by Rob Pearson's XR. 
Ryan, Austin and I headed back to my home in Oregon. 
I was pumped to have Ryan at the house for two weeks. 
It's always good having someone to ride with.
I hope he comes back this summer.
We rode in the trails, the beach and in my backyard.
Then headed down to Willow Springs to race.

Perris, California was the last American Flat Track race of the season.

My whole family was going and Makenna flew in from Michigan. 
I worked my way up to third in the heat until
my brake hanger came off the pin on the
swing arm locking up my brake. I was very frustrated. 
It's difficult having mechanical issue as a privateer.
Especially when you work on your own bikes. 
I barely made it to the main-started 18th. 
I paid Bly $10 to carry the starter to the line.
He said he would not do it for free.
Got the best start of my career and worked my way up to eighth place. 
I definitely needed that because I was feeling down. 
Didn't know what I was gonna do come 2018. 

My goal for the season was top ten.
I finished eighth in the championship,
only one point away from seventh.
We switched it up for this trip.
My dad drove and I hopped a flight back.
I only flew three times last year.
I actually enjoyed putting in the miles with my van.
When you drive you experience so much.
I learned a lot in the past year.

We went to Disneyland before the banquet.

The next day I flew back home and removed my engines from the bikes.
Ryan Wells and I drove back to Michigan
with our equipment my 7.3 liter Ford F350 pick up.
I had a blast doing the annual trail ride in Michigan.
I'll  definitely try to make it next year.
I dropped my motors off to get freshened up for 2018.
I have big respect for my engine guy Gordy Shopieray.
I stuck around Michigan for a few weeks.
Waiting for Gordy to finish up my motors.
During that time I did some side work with Kyle Johnson.
I got my new trailer and picked up my completed motors.
Drove straight through to get home the day before my birthday. 
During the off-season, I raced Salem indoor a couple
times and enjoyed the holidays with my family.
I spent a lot of time getting my twins assembled.
Savage Customs worked with me making the weak spots stronger.
My last frame is at NWI powder coating now.
Bikes should be ready within the next month or so.
Flying out at the end of the week to go ride
some ice in Michigan with my dad at the Johnson's.
I'm more than ready to get this season rolling,
only 67 more days till Daytona TT!

Thanks to everyone involved in my 2017 race program~ Bob Lanphere Beaverton Motorcycles,  Parkinson Brothers Racing, Dick Wall 60, Celorie Bros., Savage Customs, NWI,  Allied Motors, Team95, The Fox, Nicky Hayden, Schenk Racing, Walrath Racing  See See Motorcycles, Motion Pro, Arai helmets, Mechanix, Moto Station, Pro1 Industries, Saddlemen, Virus Clothing, Works Connection, Billbuilt, Alpinestar, Weiss Racing, Nolan Hermens, TDR, Johnson cams, Evans Coolant,NJK, Vortex, 100% goggles, West Coast Hydro Dip, Access Media Lab, Jim Meyers Racing, Bill Sherman III and all the family members who have helped me out!

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