Motorcycle racing, the video

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This video is to motorcycle racing kinda what Wear Sunscreen was to the class of ’99 back when I graduated in ’99. Except, you know, not so cheesy. Created for the awards banquet of AFM Racing by 4TheRiders it’s a beautiful tribute to club racing in America. Watch it, it’ll make you happy.

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via Team Wilzig

  • Corey

    Class of 88 rulz, 99 droolz.

    Nicely done video, Alan. The Ducati list will certainly enjoy. The next version can be filmed a little closer to home, perhaps?

  • TMQ

    It did make me happy. Very inspirational.

  • Mark D

    …how soon until spring in New England? Seriously though, just how difficult and expensive is it to try club racing? Because that looks like the most fun you can have with your clothes on.

    • 2ndderivative

      Stay away from supersports unless you want to beg, borrow, and steal for tire money. 250s and 500 twins are best for a budget. Supermoto too, of course.

      PS: Open trailers are sufficient.

  • Eric

    this, right now is the most that I have ever wanted to go roadracing again. That sure brought back memories and fired up the competitive drive.
    I thought I shook it off……….dang!

  • pinkyracer

    Sunscreen? Did you catch this version back in ’99? :-)

    Variation to the SunScreen song by Lews Therman.

    Custom modifications by Team Obnoxious, 5/11/99

    Ladies and Gentlemen …..wear Leather. If I could offer you only one tip for improving your life, leather would be it. The long term benefits of leather have been proved by serious bikers over many highways and many years, whereas wearing something unreliable like shorts and flip flops means you will experience a trip to the emergency room. There, uncaring nurses will scrub gravel out of your wounds, and doctors will dispense ineffective painkillers and meaningless advice…like telling you to trade that “murdercycle” in for a Camry. Bullshit.

    I will dispense some real advice right now: Enjoy the power and beauty of your ride; If you don’t already; you can fully enjoy it by doing block-long smokey burnouts in the parking lot at the local drive-in. Trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at the photos of you and your pals on your bikes and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much fun you had and how fabulous you really looked hauling ass down the highway dressed in leather. Leather is as sexy as you imagine.

    Don’t worry about what your Mom thinks; or worry, but know that worrying about what other people think is as effective as trying to scratch your nose in a blinding hailstorm at 80 m.p.h. with a full- face helmet and winter gloves on. The real troubles in your life are apt to be Volvo station wagons, driven by some dipstick talking into his cell phone or doing her makeup; the kind that blindside you at 4 PM on some urban roadway and then claim you crashed into THEM.

    Do one thing everyday that scares other drivers… Lanesplit. Sing into your helmet. Use mouthwash first. Don’t be reckless with other people’s bikes, especially if you don’t have insurance. Don’t put up with people who mess with yours….in fact, beat them with a chain. Ride Fast. Don’t waste your money on chrome, or fancy paint jobs; spend it on racing or partying.

    Sometimes you’re fast, sometimes you’re slow. Sometimes you’re hung over. The ride is long, and in the end, a cold beer tastes pretty damn good. Remember the good rides you’ve had, forget the cuts and bruises; try to wear out the sides of your tires before the middle….if you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your oil changed, throw away old traffic citations. Take chances. Don’t feel guilty if you ride faster than the posted limit …the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 how to ride conservatively, all the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

    Get plenty of saddle time. Be kind to your passengers, you’ll miss them if they fall off. Maybe you’ll crash, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have surgery, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll ride a cruiser off a cliff doing 40, maybe you’ll get a new motocrosser for your 75th birthday… whatever you ride, don’t congratulate yourself too much – your choices are 90% foreign, 10% domestic, so are everyone else’s. Enjoy your bike, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument of pleasure you’ll ever own, not counting porn sites and a fast modem.

    Wrench… even if you have nowhere to do it but in your hotel room. Read the owner’s manual, even though you won’t remember any of it. Do not read American motorcycle magazines, they will only make you wish you’d bought a British one instead. Get to know your brake pads, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your tires; they are your link to the pavement and the things most likely to save your butt from a nasty highside.

    Understand that mechanics comes and mechanics go, but for a precious talented few you should pay them well and buy them six packs. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older your bike gets, the more you’ll need the mechanic who worked on it when it was young and still not paid off.

    Ride in New York City once, but leave before you get killed; ride in Northern California whenever possible, but leave a plausible excuse when calling in sick for work. Do lurid wheelies. Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, traffic will get worse, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young; gasoline was cheap, the highway patrol couldn’t catch you, and Harley owners weren’t all yuppies. Respect your rev-limiter. Don’t expect anyone else to see your bike unless it has really loud pipes. Maybe your bike has a big gas tank, maybe a smaller one; but remember, either way you’ll have to make bathroom stops. Don’t mess too much with your carburetors, or by the time your done, you’ll be walking home. Be careful whose advice you buy, and save your receipts. Don’t take advice from those who supply it for free, especially if they own a Britbike. Motorcycle restoration is a form of self-torture. Doing it is a way of pulling the past from the dustbin, degreasing it, painting over the rusty parts and dumping way more money into it than it’s worth. But trust me on the leather…

    • Wes Siler


    • JaHo

      Hallelujah! Now *THAT*s a manifesto.

    • Richard

      Awesome advice on magazine purchasing. I couldn’t agree more.

    • T Diver


    • CalamariKid

      Dude…I’m tearing up, that was beautiful!

  • Thomas

    …great vid! Really catches the spirit of clubracing!!!

  • boxofbits

    This is why I love HFL.

  • damien

    that was very cool.

  • tomwito

    Very cool!

  • Michael

    pinkyracer – that was great!!

    also loved the video!


  • Barry

    *bounces up and down* Looks just like our club. Wait, what am I doing reading HFL? My first race is in just over two weeks, and I still have fiberglass to fab, a few new bolts to drill for safetywire, and I need a new brake rotor if I’d like to not die… *runs screaming for the garage*

  • zipp4

    Motorcycle racing, inspirational speech from an actor on The Wire, and orchestral Metallica!? Thank you Wes!

  • Michael

    A W E S O M E.

  • Greg


  • Luke

    That was the most gratuitous stream of platitudes and cliches ever uttered by a human being.

    And ridiculous too, as if the only thing keeping you from 1st place is your inability to buck up and seize the moment, as opposed to the fact you just ran out of talent.

    “By Jove and the mighty Micky Mouse I summon my powerful reserves of gumption, elbow grease, and good old home-town can-do attitude to overcome this cooked front tyre and boldly take second pl… earth-sky-earth-sky-earth-sky … ouch … has anyone seen my bike?”

    But don’t for a second pretend it didn’t make me want to go club racing again! I should really get all the pins and plates out from last time. Once you’re bitten by the racing bug even the sappiest homily to road racing makes your hands twitchy.

  • stephan

    love it. im pretty sure explosions in the sky could make me doing dishes look pretty epic.

  • Steve

    Thanks for bringing that one back out Pinky… love it!

  • nymoto

    Fuck yes.

  • Ted

    As a fellow member of the Class of ’99, I approve this message.

  • JRl

    good shit.

  • Mattro

    any given sunday:this vid::beatles:motörhead

  • Miticale

    I’d pay for this guy to come to my track days just to keep me in the zone.

  • brutus

    very nice. now i gotta get a damned third job.

  • nick2ny

    1:57 – 2:00 made me want to learn to ride like a man!