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DYLAN FERRANDIS
250 MX / 3RD
IMAGE / KILPATRICK WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> What comes with a podium? The champagne, trophy, and notoriety? All of the above, but to many, the pride of knowing you’re elite rules all. Knowing that on this particular day, you were one of the best three on the racetrack, conquering some thirty- ve plus of the world’s fastest competitors. And that’s exactly what Dylan Ferrandis aspires to do; coming through practice, there was a certain twang to his 250f, mimicking that of the largest of reworks. A shriek so loud, and so defying, that many in attendance had to simply cover their ears, with the roar the machine was packing. He was relishing in this environment, willing to lay it all on the line in order to have his name read aboard the top of the qualify- ing sheet. The effort was satisfactory, and applaud worthy, therefore he came to the line knowing he could battle amongst the best. His tread carved an almost perfectly straight line out of the gate, nding a home within the next few inside grooves, in the consecutive turns. It was all he could do to get ahead of Michael Mosiman, yet the two would honestly put on an impressive showing. He would inch forward off the outbound Fly Racing double, taking a subtle look over his right shoulder. Landing with the fork guards seemingly making the shock absorbers disappear, he was using every inch of suspension travel possible,
in order to gain a mere millisecond on the competition. Exceptionally fast through out the rollers, he would hover left, and attempt to double-double out of the section, doing his best to hug the inside. After a joust with Alex Martin in the bitter end, his machine would prevail, and he would walk away from the moto with a second place nish. The second round was now here, and he leaped down the initial downhill in an aerodynamic, crouched position.
It was all business this time around, and after toying with a few guys near the latter half of the top ten, he made it known that he was here to stay. Doubling the leap, and absolutely heaving himself off the single, he would obliterate the following berm, and make a run towards the nish line. The gap over Mitchell Harrison mere seconds, it was time for him
to engage, and ip the switch towards the nal ag. He would do so, seemingly shooting bursts of high-energy from the spout of his exhaust, and propelling him to the end of the thirty-minute moto; it was here, nishing fourth where he his heir to the throne. The podium nish was his, and third place had his name written all over it.
40 GRITMOTO • JULY 1, 2018