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WESLEY ALLEN 450 C
KILPATRICK
Throughout the many years of Loretta Lynn’s there have been a number of riders come through the C class, that would eventually go on to make their mark in some capacity on the sport. You just may have heard of an oh so special champion, who took a win in the novice division, many years ago; he goes by
the name of Jeremy McGrath, and the championship streak he started with, here at the ranch, led to a legacy that may never be surpassed. Wesley Allen hopes to replicate that effort, and by all means, after his spectacle in the 450 C class, who knows, down the line he could be competing for professional champi- onships as well. A ninth place start in moto one, to the contrary, actually saw him beginning to fade in the early going. But a quick reiteration of focus, saw
him climb up the leaderboard, seventh, sixth, and so on. With Adam Johnson
all by himself out front, Allen wanted to garner the best score he possibly could, to prepare himself for a title run. Flicking the Yamaha to the right, scrubbing speed simultaneously over the infield single, he did all he could to reel in the number 73 of Johnson, as he’d moved up to second by moto’s end. Coming up just short, he would settle for the silver medal. Moto number two, found Allen in fourth on the opening lap, eagerly sniffing for a trail that hadn’t been touched. He found it, railing an outside to outside combo coming out of Storyland, narrowly missing the largest breaking bump, and gaining time every lap. It would pay off as he would stalk Adam Johnson yet again, until a mistake would force Johnson to the wayside, and push Allen to the front. A last lap effort was applaud worthy, and enough for Allen to take the win. With Johnson’s error, and Devon Bates trailing Allen, Wesley knew he just had to be solid, and the title was his. The second place start truly helped, and he wasted no time in conveying his efforts into the first place ride. With Bates nipping at his heels, his composure was ultra-impressive, never once cracking under the pressure that his competitor provided. He would hold strong, lap after lap, to the point that the checkered flag was in sight. It was his, he crossed the line, and the praise from his team was unimaginable. He walked to the top of the podium and finally held that oh so sweet title, he was king of the division.
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