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JEREMY MARTIN
250 SX / 2ND
IMAGE / REEVES WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> The Dome at America’s Center, is a stadium that used to play host to one of the hottest teams in football, decades ago. The St. Louis Ram’s resided here, and were an absolute staple in the state
of Missouri. When hitting the rewind button, you think of Warner, and all of the Super Bowl fame
that came along with his era; or fast-forward, to the drafting of Todd Gurley, and the hype that came along with Sam Bradford. But like all fairy-tales, they must come to an end, and as we all know, the franchise now calls Los Angeles home. Which means, that citizens of the city are looking for a bit of a pick-me-up, so to speak. Look no further than the stars of AMA Supercross, and riders like Jeremy Martin carrying the torch of amazement, with flying colors. His flame remained lit, from the time his exhaust fired for the opening round of practice. A brash, alpha-like bark, ricocheting off the walls of the dome, let everyone in attendance know that he meant business. The fans, oozing at the sight of his sparkling plastic, were mesmerized by his theatrical antics, as he swooped through the air along the far side triple. Popping up over the tunnel-jump, he would almost ride the back wheel down the landing, really letting the machine eat into mother earth, as he sprinted down the start straight. His time would splendidly register into qualifying, and he would head to the truck, ready to assess his upcoming performance. Shooting out of the hole, the field would mesh midway down the straight- away, the lines from this divided start crashing together. Linking the track together as though it were a puzzle split into a thousand pieces, he began to glue, cut, and paste portion by portion, putting together a solid piece of art, as the laps would subside. Hugging the inside after the triple, he would wheel tap the three singles and blitz into the latter portion of the opening left-hander, ready to pounce as far as he could through the next series of jumps. Disowning Thomas Ramette who was behind, he would catapult after the following left, and into the next lane, darting to the finish line, finishing third.
It was the rumble in the jungle to begin the main event, this concrete cage of a dome acting as a performance ground for all the alpha’s of the sport. With everyone lunging for that piece of meat that acted as a checkered flag, he would fight so diligently for every piece of raceway he could. Eyeing Osborne and Forkner in the beginning, he could taste that rotisserie styled gold medallion, soothing in victory delight. It irked him, and made him one the coveted first place position that much more. It was he and now Osborne, after the endo from Forkner, looking to scurry away from the pack that followed. He would blitz up the dragon’s back following the finish, tucking into the left, just before the step-up over tabletop. Forced into the second spot, it was all he could do to chip away at the lead of Zach Osborne. Launching the immaculate triple combination before the finish, each lap was just a tad off that of the leader. As the checkered flag would fly, it was just a tad short of first, but nothing to hang his hat on. He would claim a very strong, second overall.
32 GRITMOTO • MARCH 18, 2018