“It was my first year driving for Scott USA. We had just finished a race and I was heading to the next round of the series in California. I’m driving up the I-5 and something felt weird with the truck. I looked in the rearview mirror and the trailer was going the other way! My buddies are yelling at me on the CB saying, “The trailer just fell off your truck!” We pull over, go back and there’s pieces of metal all over the road. We get to the trailer and all you could see was the frame. I looked under the truck and the hitch had broken straight off the truck. Thank God that wasn’t my fault!”

“Well, Saturday night we left the Indy Tradeshow and hired a H2 limo to drive us to the St. Louis supercross. We’re driving down there having a few cocktails and bench racing about the season so far. I already had a suite rented at the stadium so we would have the best seats in the house. We watched the race and afterwards we’re supposed to come back so we could get some rest before the show on Sunday. I ran into Dane from Red Bull and he was throwing an after party. He talks us into going and the next thing I know it’s like 3:30 in the morning and we’re 4 hours away from Indy. We jump into the limo and headed back. We get there around 8:00, jump in the shower, and went straight to the show. What a night!”

“In 2004, I was working for Jimmy Wilson. Our rig broke down and we didn’t have a ride to Houston for the next round. So, we decided to rent a 10 ft. box van from Ryder and drive to Houston. We got Tommy Barren to ride with us so we would have three people driving and we could get to there for Friday practice and work on the bike. The van had bucket seats so we put a cooler in between to make a third seat and we rotated drivers each time we filled up. It takes about 20 hours to drive to Texas and when we got to El Paso, we hit a major ice storm. I was driving at the time and we came around this turn about 70 mph and the van started fish-tailing and swapping back and forth. I finally got it under control and pulled over to the side of the road. We found a hotel and called it a night. The next morning we woke up and found out that Texas doesn’t use salt on their roads, they use dirt. We went five mph for 150 miles and it took us nine hours. We missed Friday practice and eventually rolled in at 9:00 that night. That was a really bad road trip.”

“I met this guy during the supercross series in 2000 from Mexico . After the nationals my friend Andy Harrington and I were strapped for cash and the guy from Mexico called. He said that there was a race in Mexico and they would give us some good start money if we came down. The race was way down in Mexico and I had never been there before so the guy volunteered to take us down. So we put the bikes in his truck and drove down. We stopped at the border and had to sign a weekend pass to get the bikes in the country. We get down there and do the race. At the end of night we go into a hotel room and all the sudden these three Mexican guys come in and they started arguing. We had no idea what was going on and were starting to get a little scared. They go on for a bit and Louise gets our money. The next morning we get in the truck, start driving back up and Andy gets real sick. He’s just laying in the backseat and you can tell by the look on his face that he’s really sick. We’re driving for a while and we come up on this checkpoint and these guys have AK 47’s. Louise and the guy start arguing and we had no idea what they were saying. He tells me to pull over to the side of the road. I said, “What’s wrong?” Louise says, “They put the wrong date on the registration when we came into Mexico .” They said the bikes weren’t legal and we couldn’t bring them back to states. I’m like, “Those our my race bikes!” I had to give the guy $200 so he would let us through. Needless to say, I will never go back to Mexico , no matter how bad I need the money.”

“We were driving through Utah and it was like 2:00 in morning. We had left Hangtown earlier and were heading to High Point . I had already gotten a bunch of speeding tickets that year and the guy that was with me didn’t have a driver’s license. I got pulled over. I was in my buddies’ van, so when the cop starts asking for insurance and registration and I’m looking through the glovebox and there are no papers. He didn’t have a registration card or any insurance on the van! The cop goes back to his car and we sit there for about two hours. We didn’t know if he was getting back up or calling for a tow-truck. The cop finally comes back and lets us go. That was pretty scary and we drove the speed limit all the way to High Point .”

“I was going from Hangtown to High Point a couple of years ago and I was traveling with the Michelin guy. I was in the lead and we were going through this construction zone and this guy in front of me had a trailer full of furniture. A Lay-z-boy fell off. I had walls on both sides of me and I had no where to go. All the sudden a chair fell off his truck and under my truck, which shot pieces at the Michelin guy behind me. I pulled the truck over and it had taken out the brake lines on the trailer. We had to sit on the side of the road for hours waiting on the tow truck. We made the best of it, though.”

“I was coming back from Unadilla in 2003 and it was real windy. I was driving a 35 ft. Funmover and I looked in the mirror and the awning came off the side of the truck and was flying in the air. We went back about a quarter of a mile and picked up the awning and the pole was gone. So we had to leave it on the side if the road.”

“It was at a GNCC in Florida. I called Tipp our cook and he came out to the road and told me there was about three feet of mud that I would have to go through to get our spot. So I called my boss Hylton to see what I should do. He said, “try to get it in there!’ Well, two bulldozers and a few hours later we got it in there. It took me like a week to get my truck clean.”