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JUSTIN BOGLE
450 SX / 13TH
IMAGE / MPG WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / WILSON
>> With the Oakland Raiders franchise moving to Las Vegas here in a few, short years, many wonder what the move will do to both fans and players alike. Will it leave the city of Oakland doomed forever? Will the city of Las Vegas welcome the team with open arms? How about the players, will they find the lights of Las Vegas too much, and crumble under the pressure of Sin City? It’s a force to be reckon with, and with humongous additions such as Marshawn Lynch, Las Vegas residents are on the edge of their seats, waiting for more entertainment to fill for their sports needs. In the meantime, what will quench the thirst of their dried, sport’s riddled quenches you ask? None other than AMA Monster Energy Supercross, with Justin Bogle being a fan favorite. His hard-charging, no holds bar attitude on the track, coupled with a charismatic persona off the track, is one that has fans coming back to his autograph booth on the track week after week, and making team owner’s feel as though he’s bringing adequate attraction to their services. With his classic high five to a few fans as he rolled onto the track, his 450 roaring through the tunnel, it was time for him to do what he was paid for. Viewing the track and all of its options, his algorithm of combinations were constantly bouncing off the walls, how could he launch and wow the fans, all the while saving time to put him atop the leaderboard? He made it happen, hitting the rhythm section prior to the triple with utter precision (the leg swag dangling of course), bringing his torso up over the bars, and jumping three obstacles along the way; he would vary his option, going two-two-three, and what many believed, the two-three-two line; talk about a triple entendre. Battling his way with top contenders throughout the rest of day, many felt as though he would have a solid performance heading into the main event. It was now just he, the machine, and 21 other competitors. Blipping the throttle, and then changing into a 3⁄4 rev, and then in a clash of metal, the bikes storming into the Las Vegas nightline. Fighting peg for peg for the lead of the field, he was launching the single down Monster Alley, fourth gear tapped, and then landing with his right foot on the pedal, shifting down to allow engine breaking to decelerate the machine. Fighting to stay inside the top 15, he would rally, swapping positions constantly. Pivoting turns with dyer intention, the way he could turn the bike on a time, avoid- ing some of the blue grooved chop was exceptional. He was still charging nearing the halfway point, as the leaders began to make their way into lapping the field. Blue cross flag’s flying, he still had his eyes gazing forward, craving that ever so illustrious top ten. It almost seemed to be at the tip of his fender, but within the battles he was raging in, it was not to be in his favor. He couldn’t stop the charge of those behind him, and although you could hear his 450 screaming down the multitude of straightaways, as the checkered flag flew, he would come in the thir- teenth ride.
62 GRITMOTO • MAY 7, 2017