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ZACH OSBORNE
250 SX / 1ST
IMAGE / REEVES WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> Welcome to the “Gateway to the West.” A place where all of your dreams can come true, as lucrative utopian destiny sits just beyond the horizon, and out into unchartered western territory. To the land that’s been unchartered, awaits gold, inheritance, and all the imagination can imagine, if you just make it through the town of St. Louis unscathed. The aforementioned, a scenario in the minds of frontiersman multiple centuries ago, is a notion this city was built upon. Citizens of the country would wish upon their travel west, hoping to land into piles of gold, which would provide wealth and stability for their family. And it’s exactly what Zach Osborne was yearning for as well, when rolling into this midwestern staple. He would put all effort into coming out of this round clean, and with a hefty sum of points, knowing that if he could do so, he would be well set into the remaining leg of the champion- ship. All throughout practice, he could be seen pickpocketing and mugging other competitors; running them absurdly high in corners, stealing their lines from right beneath them. With ski mask and all, he would claim a highly sought after position on the leaderboard, dashing back to the trailer, and keep his rightful qualifying time to himself. The heat race would provide numerous battles, the pack doing their best to create a barrage of pausing roadblocks; his start would be less than stellar. As he would crest the man-made step up directly in the middle of the start, it was though numerous gang members would swarm him; funneling and pushing him to the outside of the following right-hander. Weaseling his way through the two rhythm sections preceding the finish line, his effort going into the right-hand- er, just before the final double was imminent; it was a mad dash to the stripe. With the white flag out, he knew if he could just keep the field from rummaging through his bag of tricks, then he could feel the mad pursuit. He would do so, claiming first, after hunting down former leader, Kyle Peters. The main event was here, and the alarm would sound, he was sprinting away from all foe, doing his best to outwit the entire field. Sounding over the police scanner, he would clock in early across the green flag, looking to blister the unit with quick-wit and pure speed. He would blitz the whoop section near the middle, fading to the right by the end, all the while tucking into the meatiest part of the bowl turn, setting up for the small section, just before the “SX” triple. It was here where he would be spotted by chopper, the helicopter catching him at his highest point. Radio’ing in to the patrol, it was now just he and Forkner, who’d taken the lead merely on the first straight away. He would hound, so much so, that Forkner would endo just after the finish! The race was his for the win! Sniffing for the last remaining laps, it was all he could do to shake the scent of his machine off the trail. He would do so, ducking off into the last remaining right hander, and crossing the finish line for first place, and victory!
28 GRITMOTO • MARCH 18, 2018