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DYLAN FERRANDIS
250 MX / 10TH
IMAGE / LANNAN WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> Coming into the round of Minnesota, Dylan Ferrandis wanted to prove that he could contend with the elite in the division. A class lled with oodles of rookies and rising young prospects, it can be tough to emerge when the level is already into top-tier totality. However, when lining the gate of practice, he wanted to issue a statement immediately. Ripping throughout this sandy, clay mixture, it was all he could do to keep this beast of
a machine beneath him. Flowing alongside the creek, the only breeze he could feel was that of the crashing of water; otherwise, it was full steam ahead, both bike and body pushing the limit. Once the round had ended, he headed back to the pit area. The bike was refueled with all necessary cooling and engine components, along with a refreshing snack and hydration source; to the line they went for the rst moto. This start had the eld completely squished into turn number one; with even a solid jump on the outside being a far fetch for a holeshot. He would keep the right hand melted to the grip down the next straightway, pushing all the way to the green ag; where he would take the eighth position. Sand was becoming entrenched within every nook and cranny of vision, his mouth beginning to gristle with grain. It would be a little incentive to get around that of Mitchell Harrison, in which he would obtain. Scrubbing the section of tabletops just af- ter the start, around midway through the moto, he would eye the infamous roller section; looking to gap Harrison. The pace of his own, would be too much for the aforementioned to match, leaving subtle contesting for the position in which he would own. As the check- ered ag would y, mere minutes after, he would take home eleventh. The sequel would come roughly an hour or so later, with the track really roughening up in the meantime. Potholes would be abundant around this Minnesota raceway, yet no road construction signs or speed limit warnings were present. It was a matter of pushing, when times got tough. He would sky down Mt. Martin, with the forks going to the bottom of their stroke; all the while pulling from Mitchell Harrison yet again, who he seemed to battle with mid- way. It was all-apart of his plan, trying to pick off riders methodically, and falter as little as possible. The white ag was a sign of surrender for many, but for he, it was time to throw it down one last time. He laid it all on the line, knowing that a nal sprint would be mandatory if he wanted the eighth position. It would be his, and tenth overall is where he would reside.
56 GRITMOTO • JULY 22, 2018