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MICHAEL MOSIMAN
250 MX / 8TH
IMAGE / KILPATRICK WORDS / MATTINGLY DESIGN / MOTOPLAYGROUND
>> With the temperature of both series, and outside climate rising, many riders on the tour are forced to adapt to the circumstances. Adequate hydration and constant shade are coupled with a taxing mental guard, that won’t allow any negative variables to enter into
the realm of a competitor. Michael Mosiman hasn’t let anything but positive aspects come into the totality of his makeup, and the round of Red Bud wasn’t any different. He’d been guzzling down water and all types of nutritious supplements prior to the gate drop, and it showed; even in quali cation. He came off the track, although perspiring, seemingly ready to go for another round, almost immediately. The heat that many would avoid, he would almost bask in, knowing he could outwork his opponent if necessary. He rolled to the line, under the shade of his umbrella, awaiting his opportunity to dance under the gleaming
sky. A quick shift of second, third, and into fourth, had him barreling down on the breaking mechanism of the 250f, as he began the venture of lap one. Sixteenth on lap one, there was an urgency to keep moving forward, although he managed solid momentum at the mo- ment. Railing the outside of every berm in sight, his inside foot peg would simply carve and drag, etching his imprint into the lines of soil forever. Justin Cooper was behind, seemingly snif ng the fumes and tasting a tad bit of roost, making him ever so aggressive with ever grain of sand he inhaled. Tension began to rise, and with the white ag waving off in the distance, it simply wasn’t a mirage; this was as real as it got, a nal fending so to speak. He buckled down, checking off corners one by one, piecing the puzzle of Red Bud togeth- er. He would nish ninth, itching to get back on the line. The second race was here, and off the eld went. Scattered throughout the top portion of the eld, he looked to be aggressive, and attack the masses as a whole while he could. The chassis would begin to loosen up a bit, as he found smoother lines, and rode the bike a gear tall in spots. Miniscule bumps of the rst moto were now turned into gigantic mounds of rubble, that he was having a hard time negotiating. However, he would endure, as always. With the tearoff stack seemingly depleted of all use, the race would conclude. Eleventh is where he would nish, solidifying eighth overall.
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