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Scoop USA Sports

by Mike Lawless

What would it take to get you off the couch?

Sitting at home watching a motorcycle race got him thinking. But having a heart attack is what made up his mind. He wanted to go racing again. Maybe God gave him one more chance?

Racing is where some of us are meant to be. Family and business may pull us away, but it's always somewhere on our minds. Sure, doing stuff with the family is nice. But it's nothing like going racing. Just being at the track perks us up. You might forget the password for the computer or your wedding anniversary, but if you still remember what place you finished at in a race three years ago. You're one of us. It was entirely too easy to get back in for them. Rick Canode already owned an Indian dealership. Just a few clicks on the computer and a new Indian race bike was his.

Word spread around the camp fire. Doug Stooksberry & Rick have been friends for 35 years or so. They have had quite a few adventures along the way. When Doug heard about the new race bike, he called Rick up, 'We're going racing again, huh?' That David Brown is a class act. He sent a text congratulating Rick on his new race bike. He didn't expect a job offer to be a technician! Bugs Pearson is well known as FBI. No, he's not a federal agent, he is one of the Fast Boys from Illinois and a solid choice as a rider. It all came together like that. Motorcycle racing is not the young man's sport they say it is.

For some, our days as a racer may have passed us by, but that doesn't mean there isn't plenty of things to do in the pits for the hard workers. Let the rider focus on riding.

Be his right-hand man. From driving, to set up or clean upregardless of age, you are needed. It takes old hands to get young ones out there. A rider ain't no different than a racehorse. Keep him fed in the right place and he'll give ya his best. You can be the difference in a racers success. There are a lot of young riders at the amateur level that could use some help--just offer them a hand.

In my day job, I see people who struggle all the time. Their jobs just suck the color out of them. They try to stay hip, relevant, beautiful or whatever they need to be, to get right. I'm in the pits in Kentucky after driving thru the night. Like a fly on the wall, I watch Doug swap out the rear tire. He gets the job done quietly, without fanfare. You earn respect through your actions in the pits. He is part of something bigger here, he is part a team. Here he has what the other world searches for. The race days are the ones we'll remember. You can follow their efforts in racing at or see

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