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JUSTIN HILL
250 SX / 7TH
IMAGE / KILPATRICK WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> One of the strongest animals in all of nature lurks in the deep, frigidness of the winter. The tundra, as froze as can be, is a tough place to find comfort and warmth. But those creatures, such as the highly-feared black bear, use this as a time of recharging. All of their energy, deep within each individual neuron, is piled up and stored, ready to surmount a gigantic charge once the sun warms mother earth. It’s the same with Justin Hill. He’s awaited, deep out of sight in the media, not wanting too much attention, as he prepared his plan of attack. Stocking up his arsenal of goods, he was ready to unleash all anger, rage, and destruction. The practice field was his hunting ground, as he chose his target with laser like intent. There were a few he chose, playing a game of cat and mouse, really displaying a true sense of territory. But, he would decide to wait, saving his energy for the racing festivities, where the true hunters would be ready. As the gate was let go for every particular beast to roam, he emerged as hungry as ever, looking to fend off any opposition to obtain his meal. Wheeling through the vigorous, step-on, step-off section, his accompa- nying flick in the triple shortly thereafter, showed a true force of dictatorship, in a sea full of followers. Pushing lap after lap, his tire tread sliding on the slick Anaheim surface, he had to weigh the outside footpeg immensely in order to stay upright. Lugging the bike a gear tall in most parts of the course, the times were dropping with each lap, and his efforts were continuing to climb. As the doghouse clicked into the sensor system, the gate would crash, and he would emerge fighting to the core. Blitzing through the opening whoop sec- tions, disaster with chassis swapping would occur just in front, but he would weather the storm. Staying patient, yet calculated, every lap he would continue to hold steady, looking to put his signals from the pitboard to use. Breathing with precision, and never getting flustered, each lap was turned to top the last, a stacking effect so to speak. With ruts beginning to form past the apexes of the bowl turns, he was blasting the throttle at just the right time. It would pay off, as he fended off the likes of Chase Sexton and Justin Cooper. Although this effort hadn’t replicated the 2017 season, he knew he hadn’t entirely dimin- ished his hopes of another title. There was always another day, and he waited eagerly for the second round.
46 GRITMOTO • JANUARY 8, 2018