By now, the information has settled within you. Kurt Caselli has moved on. This one was tough folks. I know they all are, but this one took the wind out of the sails around here. I never met Kurt Caselli in person. The first time I saw him was in 2009 at Monster Mountain in Alabama, before BROtocross ever existed. I knew he was an offroad guy, but he was absolutely incredible on the track. The course there has ruts like you wouldn’t believe, and he was perfect in them every time. I was a fan after that. Not long after starting BRO and getting some legitimate recognition, Kurt e-mailed me out of the blue. He just wanted to tell me that he was a fan of the site and looked forward to reading what I had to say about basically anything. At this point, media people had expressed their affection for BRO, but never a pro rider. I always write everything for the core population of this sport – the riders – and to have one of Kurt’s caliber on my side was something special, and very encouraging. Honestly, there is a degree of this site’s success that can be attributed to that e-mail.
Some of you might also remember that I was the first one to drop the definitive story that Dungey was 100% signed to KTM (I’m linking the story, but save the criticism because I am well aware that just about everything I said other than him being signed turned out to be completely wrong and I look like an idiot in hindsight). In the post, I said I had the info on good authority, and that good authority was Kurt. He was apparently in the KTM headquarters in Cali when Ryan was actually there signing the papers. Kurt sent me, and as far as I know, only me, the scoop. It doesn’t mean much now, but I thought it was so cool of him to give me the news over any other media outlet. It made me feel like a boss, because I knew Kurt was a boss.
This weekend was not a good moto weekend for me, even beyond this news. Yesterday, I got a flat tire within 5 laps of getting on the track. I waited for 2 hours for someone to show up with a tube, then in changing it, I pinched it, effectively ending my day. I was furious; nothing within reason was going to fix my mood. I said out loud “Holy fuck, I’m going to kill myself.” Of course I didn’t mean it; it was a figure of speech that I use maybe a little too often. But sitting here now, typing this, I regret saying that. It was two flat tires, cry about it. I will ride again, Kurt will not. At least not in this world. That’s why it was important for me to say this. Where he cannot ride, BRO will. We all will. We will drag bar, do whips, scrub jumps, block-pass joes, do wheelies, rip trails, rail ruts, hit rev-limiter, and have fun in the name of Caselli. I ride for Kurt.
I also think it’s worth mentioning that while the original speculation around the accident was that Kurt had hit a booby trap, reports are now surfacing that it was a regular cattle crossing (and happened during daylight hours). I was beyond enraged at the booby trap news, and while I know that they do actually pop up at Baja, there is some comfort in knowing that Kurt’s death was not the result of a horrendous example of human indecency.