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WESTON PEICK
450 SX / 7TH
IMAGE / LANNAN WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> Leaving a last impression is an imminent priority, in the minds of many who compete in Monster Energy AMA Supercross. This nal round of the series, offers a nightcap ef- fect, and a cast of residue on the remainder of the year. This is where riders can leave a recurring image, in the minds of manager’s until next January; something for all portions of a race team to ponder, all throughout the summer months. Weston Peick realizes
that, and is coming into Sam Boyd Stadium, willing to go above and beyond the call of duty. All throughout practice, his speed was in the upper echelon of riders, all around the fastest portions of the track. Whether it be screeching the motor down the start straight, or squirming the rear wheel around the brink of track, outside the stadium, the throttle was pinned to the hilt. He would continue these efforts, even after the dropping of the gate for his heat race. As everyone ducked into the opening left-hander, he immediately began to duck his head from all of the roost. Small pellets, being sprayed like machine gun ammunition, littered his vision and chest. Never slowing down, he would duck in behind Christian Craig, and take notes, with pencil and pad in hand. Jotting down every miniscule line he saw, you could truly see how the faster rider swayed his opinion; and he would adopt new lines. Coming past the mechanics area, his line from earlier, which was running the outside of the ninety-degree, changed to the inside. And he would then hop throughout the rest of the whoop pad, climbing with every lap. His result would remain steady, and never falter throughout the short sprint of a moto. And by the time
the nal ag ew, he would come across the line sixth, with a starving Vince Friese just behind. The gate would then collapse for the main event, and everyone would dash into the rst turn. Peick was buried deep, and forced to move forward with authority. Sling- shotting these bowl turns, you could see him ride the rear brake, and slide the wheel into the apex of the corner, ducking under riders like Justin Brayton and Dean Wilson. Each lap, he would rise, leaving the eleventh of lap number one into forgotten memory. He eyed the seventh position, and after fending off the likes of Bowers and Wilson, he would sit here for the white ag. And there he had it, seventh for the evening to conclude, and head into outdoors.
26 GRITMOTO • MAY 6, 2018