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Seattle For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Before we get started, you all have undoubtedly noticed that this blog has been on hiatus for a while. I stopped because I got bored of it, simple as that. People came calling, and I realized that this is more important than me. The citizens need the Breakdowns. Because on the inside, we are all assholes (scientifically true, to a degree).

Pre-race: It’s raining. No surprise, Seattle is where Jesus goes to cry. Also, the Fox riders are running #Boston butt patches. Cool as fuck, and a phenomenal way to get chicks to try to click your ass.

Holeshot: Barcia gets it and (spoiler alert) that’s the ballgame. Villopoto got pinballed all over the place but Reed was the one who took the nut-kicking of fate in that fiasco.

Lap 2: Dungey’s number plate got into the mini bar at the hotel by the looks of things. He is actually picking his way through the pack, which he normally struggles to do.

Lap 3: Villopoto around Alessi. The crowd goes a little wild, but not as much as Minni for The Dunge. Can’t blame them, you wouldn’t cheer as loud if your child was a ginger.

Lap 4: It’s lap 4/20 on 4/20. The stands have emptied as everyone rushes to the pizza guy.

Lap 5: Villopoto is struggling with the ruts, but so is everyone else so it’s all good. Fish tail steeze for days.

Lap 8: Villopoto is right there, but Barcia’s brain is good at ignoring riders around him and telling insecurity to fuck off.

Lap 10: Considering the ruts on this track, giving a fuck is not a winning strategy. Wide open coming out of the turns and tracking a rut the whole way. NFG.

Lap 12: Vince has his hands full with Weimer, Brayton, Short, and Tickle on the move. Weimer actually came way through the pack in this race but no one has said anything about it.

Lap 14: This is not the race to fuck up your seatbounces. Shorty demonstrates (he saved it, cool your jets).

Lap 16: Barcia and Villopoto are dialed, they’ve lapped into the top 10.

Lap 17: Millsaps discovering the relentless hazards that are lappers stalling in your rut. No worries for him though since he rides a bike like it’s a tricycle that owes him money.

Lap 19: Weimer just moved into 5th. He started somewhere like 13th. Anytime you pass more riders than the number that beat you, you had a good race. Take that to the bank.

Lap 20: I’d say this is Barcia’s to lose, but anyone who has had a race locked up on a rutty track and fallen on the last fucking lap knows not to count those chickens.

Finish: Oh just kidding, Barcia wins it.

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Atlanta For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Pre-race: The last time Stewart led a race was the last time he won. Mull that over.

Holeshot: James. 3rd in, 1st out. All that matters.

Lap 1: Stew 1, Villopoto 2. No one else is even in this race, right?

Lap 2: Stewart’s line in the rhythm is a straight pin-and-pray, but *spoiler alert* he and basically everyone but Villopoto hit it every lap.

Lap 2 (cont’d): Villojoseph gets out of shape in the triple-triple section before the whoops. As Ralph put it, he “showed a little bit of a wiggle.” Whatever, BRO.

Lap 4: RC saying Stewart is on his way to his 45th win. On lap 4. Since James actually did end up winning, this was the equivalent of betting a grand on a half court shot and sinking it. While blindfolded. And drunk. And being shot by a machine gun.

Lap 5: Fro discussing the utility of one footers in SX, but failing to mention “for the kids”. Big miss, chief.

Lap 9: James crossruts the step over after the rhythm almost every lap. But he has factory suspension so he’s all “Eat my ass, lines.” Like a boss.

Lap 10: Ralph mistaking Alessi for Millsaps. BRO, you speak for a living. Stop sucking at it.

Lap 11: Tomac cruising through the pack. Took him forever to get past Alessi (color me shocked) but he’s around Weimer no problem.

Lap 12: Reed jumping through the whoops. Only cool guys jump through the whoops.

Lap 14: Reed into 9th. He’s not even riding poorly. Getting a bad start in this class is like being the designated driver at a blacklight party – it just ruins the whole experience.

Lap 16: Are we really looking at a battle for 13th when Stew and Poto are 1-2 on lap 16?

Lap 17: Despite this hilariously timed boner photo, Millsaps is actually right there. Only 2 seconds off of Villopoto.

Lap 18: Villopoto closing on Stewart. They’re talking fitness but seriously BRO, we’re on lap 18 and James hasn’t crashed or fucked up at all yet. He’s nursing this one home.

Lap 19: Stew’s mechanic held up the pitboard with “2 laps to go” at the end of this lap, so that white flag might as well have been 50 Christmases in one.

Lap 20: James doubling through the rhythm. RV is closing but one more lap? James is prepared to road block the shit out of this one.

Finish: Stewart. I called it. Just didn’t tell anyone.

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High Point For Gentlemen: 450 Breakdown

Photos by @vurbswanny

The pits were electric, would Stewart fare well?
Practice was out there, and now time would tell.
He rode with intensity, not giving a fuck,
Making more dudes pull over than he did in his truck.

Once practice ended, and the times came across
James was on top, with his last lap (like a boss)
Now people were talking, James was still fast
But in a 30+2, did we think he could last?

The moment arrived, gate drop, moto one
Rev limiters blaring in the heat of the sun
The 450s did roar, rendering everyone deaf
While Alessi was leading (and no, ’twas not Jeff)

In the midst of it all, James was way back,
Watching out for distractions potentially crossing the track
He just didn’t have it, it didn’t look fun
James made it to 5th and he was all done

Meanwhile out front, Dungey was gone
Having destroyed Mike Alessi and the black bike he was on
Just KTM cruising like a boss as he rode
And the field just hoping that his ride would explode

The checkers came out, The Dunge took the race
Making everyone his bitch with his late moto pace
Alessi took second, and Jake Weimer third
Fourth went to Shorty, and 5th, well, you’ve heard

Moto 2 hit the line, with Stewie not there
Many “What the fuck?”s were up in the air
His day was now finished, his glass hand was cooked
And this race just got boring by the way that things looked

The gate hit the ground, and The Dunge was up front
But T.A. was screaming “Get him, you cunt jerk”
So Mike did abide, by grabbing the line
And moving to first – It’s clobberin’ time.

For a few laps, he was good, not letting Dunge past
But we knew what was coming, and coming real fast
“I’ll never back down,” we all heard Mike shout
While Tony was whispering “Just take his ass out”

But all was for naught, as The Dunge took the lead
While Tony sat embarrassed by the son he did feed
But Mike would take second, a respectable spot
Weimer was coming, but he couldn’t be caught

There was no joy at High Point, except for KTM
Finally started winning, so you can’t make fun of them
The Dunge says “It’s fast, and electric start is nifty
But thank fucking God, it’s not a 350.”

Fin

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Thunder Valley For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Stewart Thunder Valley Crash

Photo cred: Matty Rice

Moto 1

Pre-race: Thunder in the vicinity, but if anything that will only make the racing better. People really break out the awesome scrubs when they could potentially get struck by lightning.

Holeshot: Tommy Hahn decides to get in the mix and pull the holeshot. But The Dunge got the holeshot that matters, the one that only includes himself and Stewie.

2 minutes: Weimer was making moves and passed Hahn for an ill minute before getting passed back. Stewie meanwhile has been working from about 7th to 3rd, leaving Dungey to wonder how he can get past the infamous octuple century BRO.

4 minutes: James is getting on his Everts game (but less European), standing up through ruts like a boss. He’s in the lead now and ruining everyone. The Dunge is up to 4th.

7 minutes: James saw that weird thing from The Mothman Prophecies crossing the track and then two seconds later ate shit in the ruts. James is out, and Dungey is Charlie Sheening this shit.

15 minutes: The Dunge is keeping it ice cold, no mistakes. He should have had the “Iceman” nickname. I say again it’s a bit ironic that Broc Hepler ran that one for so long. His concussion count did not really support that moniker.

16 minutes: Weimer makes the move on Hahn for second, running the leisurely pass around the outside.

20 minutes: Nothing’s happening. Nothing’s happening

27 minutes: Metcalfe around Alessi for third. No soup for you, Mike.

29 minutes: Dungey is miles out front.

Last lap: Couple of whips for The Dunge, nothing too fancy, but just letting his hair down a little.

Finish: Dungey, Weimer, Metty in the top 3.

Moto 2

Pre-race: Stew is a no show for moto 2. Dungey has this one in the bag. He can literally win at the push of a button. Also, #1 key to the race: Don’t hit neutral. So key, I have that written on my bar pad every time I go out.

Holeshot: It’s The Dunge. Maybe he’ll fall (spoiler alert: he doesn’t). Weimer and Shorty in the top 3 again, and Tickle ripping a good start finally.

1 minute: Shorty, right behind Weimer, doing triple step ups, not even giving a fuck that he won’t make the inside line. He passes Weimer in the section immediately after that. No coincidence, life favors the NFGers.

10 minutes: Dungey still out front, Shorty running second. Weimer is third but Tickle might have something to say about that.

15 minutes: Alessi fell. May or may not have stood on someone’s bike in an effort to beat them.

25 minutes: Tickle casually passes Weimer for third and has the crosshairs on Shorty now. Kid’s riding like a boss.

30 minutes: Again, Dungey by a mile. Maybe just throw him on a 350 so he can hate his life as much as the guys he’s annihilating right now.

Finish: Dungey wraps up a 1/1, first time KTM has ever done that in the big boy class. Shorty holds on for second, even though Tickle was going hard in the paint in third.

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Hangtown For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Photo by @vurbswanny

Moto 1

Holeshot: Shorty getting back to his pre-350 form and grabbing the lead off start (although Stew got to the line first). Bubb Stew is right there. Davi Gravy running the #3 spot with Hahn behind him. The Dunge couldn’t pull the start, the carbon fiber batteries aren’t in yet.

1 Minute: Well, there goes James into the lead (and about 1,000 YZ450 sales down the drain).

9 Minutes: Stewart isn’t “2008 gone”, but he’s got a good lead. Shorty, Millsaps, and Metcalfe are starting their own thing in the 2-4 positions.

15 minutes: Metcalfe moves past Millsaps and Short into 2nd. Boner jams ’12 for the Suzuki BROs. The Dunge is catching this crew.

20 minutes: Stewie pretty much has this one locked up. Metcalfe still in second but Millsaps and The Dunge are ripping like a home schooler’s diploma after he gets laughed out of a job interview.

25 minutes: Millsaps gets around Metty World Peace and now The Dunge is looking to follow suit.

29 minutes: Dungey does not give a fuck about braking bumps (more like gayking bumps, am I right?) and gets into the inside of Metcalfe past the mechanics’ area, moving into 3rd.

Finish: James Bubba wins it, still perfect from 2008 if you give him a mulligan for Unadilla 2010.

Moto 2

Holeshot: Tony informed Mike that if he didn’t get a holeshot, he would have to go down to the basement and feed Jeff a Baby Ruth. Mike got that fucking holeshot.

5 minutes: The Dunge passes Alessi, but Mike took it right back. Each lap in the lead is a vision back to the glory days that have long since faded.

7 minutes: Top 4 is pretty tight right now, Alessi leading the freight train of Dungey, Stewart, and Short. Stewart passes The Dunge and looks to pass Alessi, but Mike just watched “Get Rich Or Die Trying” and really took it to heart. Pretty much kamikazes James, it would have been a black flag offense if Stew actually crashed.

7.5 minutes: James passes Mike. Two turns later.

8 minutes: The Dunge moves past Joelessi.

15 minutes: Stew and Dungey are pulling way ahead. The Dunge is pretty close but he can’t make anything happen, James is the ironic carrot to his mule.

25 minutes: Lappers on lappers on lappers. Someday, they’ll replace the blue flag with a potato gun. That would be much more effective and hilarious. You can ignore a blue flag, you aren’t ignoring a 5 pound spud flying at your dome at 700mph.

26 minutes: The lappers aren’t moving for Dungey. He doesn’t have James’ experience at making people pull over (got ‘em).

Finish: James coasts over the finish for the 1-1, The Dunge was not far back in 2nd. Joelessi’s 7-3 is good for 3rd and dinner at the grown up table.

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Down The Line Hangtown Preview: 450 Class

stew

From @racerxonline

5 Ryan Dungey – The Dunge obviously has the results to back his game up recently, but that KTM still looks like a looming cloud of hideous uncertainty to me. He was definitely faster on the Suzuki, stamp it.

7 James Stewart – Stew looks way better on the Suzuki. He likes the bike. Like I said, literally could have given him a Yamaha with Suzuki plastics and he would have killed it. I’m calling him for the win, but every time I gamble I lose so we’ll see where we are on Monday.

10 Justin Brayton – How about Brayton? I remember when he was some arenacross joe; now he’s factory and just doing whack-off gestures in your face. I think he’ll be right about where he was in SX, up front in “tier 2″.

11 Kyle Chisholm – Chiz is definitely a better outdoor rider. As vanilla as Ice Ice Baby, but a good rider. JWR BROs are looking for some top 10s. Actually, they’re probably looking for top 5s, but I don’t see many of those in their basket.

18 David Millsaps – Millsaps is the big fish at JGR now. As long as he’s walking with that swagger (and not stopping it), he should be a top 5er.

21 Jake Weimer – Would you consider Weimer to be the marquis rider at Kawi now? Probably, right? He hasn’t won anything on the 450, but Rattray has never ridden one other than MXdN. Put Weimer down for a couple of podiums.

23 Gareth Swanepoel – Did not even know Swanny was riding 450s until just this second. He was the only dude to beat Mitch last year, so he can fucks with the big dogs. And that wasn’t a typo, I wrote “fucks.” Kind of on a Method Man thing right now.

24 Brett Metcalfe – Metty is going to do well because nothing lights a fire under a guy’s ass like being usurped as the focal rider under a tent. He’s also a better outdoor rider anyway. I see some top 3s.

26 Michael Byrne – Byrner was out for all of SX, and he’s on a team that typically struggles like the worst morning after ever. He’s the guy over there, but he needs some factory shit if he’s going to do anything.

27 Nicholas Wey – What I said for Byrne.

28 Tyla Rattray – Rattray’s another question mark for me. His fitness is what is going to get him places, but the guys in this class are generally pretty solid in that category. This isn’t the kid’s table, BRO. Step the speed game up.

29 Andrew Short – Short will probably be pretty solid. I wonder if he has to wrestle with Larry Brooks before every moto like Joelessi did in ’05? That wasn’t uncomfortable or anything.

32 Tommy Hahn – Hahn is kind of a machine outdoors, I’m surprised no one has been saying that. He’s also on the factory Honda. Of course, he’s one of a few candidates who always did way better off a factory bike rather than on one.

33 Josh Grant – I wasn’t really thinking about JG to do anything this year but he crept some good rides in at the end of SX. He was probably the only guy who smoked The Dunge a couple of times in 2010, but that was a while ago (pre-child).

36 Kyle Regal – Regal is also kind of a machine outdoors. Now he’s on a bike that he actually likes. And if worse comes to worst, he can just live off the sugar teen momma. I’ll take it, sandwiches for everyone.

46 Les Smith – Lester The Molester is riding for Langston. He’s golden.

48 Jimmy Albertson – Albertson needs to shake off that horrendous SX season and keep banging his hot wife. She replaced Erin Bates. She’s British. Probably says “lieu” and “torch”. But she’s still hot. Good for you, Jimmy. Oh yeah, and ride well and stuff.

50 Nico Izzi – Guarantee that Izzi lays down top 5 lap times pretty much every practice. He just needs to have fewer children and start putting down motos and he will be a top 5 guy.

52 Ben LaMay – 15th place. Next.

53 Ryan Sipes – Sipes is another dude who is fast as fuck but cannot put together a moto outdoors. He’s also coming off an injury and jumping up to the 450 class. He gets good starts on the 4-fatty, so I’ll give him some holeys and a smile.

59 Vince Friese – Vince might be the poster child of “No Fucks Given”. Fights on the starting line, taking anyone and everyone out, and he’s also privateer now so I would look out if I was everyone else on the track. Or around it.

60 Mathew Lemoine – Lemoine is also jumping up to the 450. His SX season was pretty flacid (yeah, flacid). No boner at all. We’ll see if he can get some people hard on the big bike. To be honest, I’m not expecting much, probably gonna need some help from the blocked sites on my computer.

232 Billy Laninovich – Lano is riding the TLD 450 for a few rounds at least. He’s a boss, but was always better indoors. As long as he’s throwing whips in everyone’s face, he’ll be a winner in my book.

439 Ryan Hughes – Ryno is actually racing. I have no idea where he will be. I swear to you I have been hearing from people that he’ll easily crack the top 10, maybe top 5. No lie. He’s probably meditating on it right now.

800 Mike Alessi – People think Alessi will do way better this year, but I’m not really seeing it. I think people forget that he rode the 450 last year for KTM, not the tree-fiddy. He’ll probably be about the same as he was, but with a black bike. Dock him two positions right there.

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Supercross For Assholes: 2012 450 Review Pt.2

Ryan Villopoto

Like a boss

Mid-season: Ok, this Stewart thing is not really working out, and now Reed and Dungey are out. But the second part of the series has got to come on strong, right? Right??

Daytona: Who ordered the mud? Of course at the gnarliest race of the year, Stewart crushes everyone. Probably because he was so busy riding in that shithole that he didn’t have time to think “Don’tfalldon’tfalldon’tfalldon’tfall. Fuck, I fell.” Villopoto also managed to bust out the Joey fall of the year, like a boss. Millsaps and Windham crept onto the podium.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 221
  2. Ryan Dungey – 192
  3. James Stewart – 177
  4. Kevin Windham – 143
  5. Jake Weimer – 134

Indianapolis: Stewart bit the dust in the heat race and didn’t even make it down for the LCQ (that’s standard). Mike Alessi actually led this one for a little while; when the top guys are out, it’s his time to shine. Unfortunately this was one of those tracks with a whoops section and he got 6th. Villopoto was back up front and it’s pretty obvious at this point in the season that it’s a wrap.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 246
  2. Ryan Dungey – 192
  3. James Stewart – 177
  4. Davi Millsaps – 151
  5. Kevin Windham – 146

Toronto: Villopoto smoked everyone. It was in Canada. You get the picture.

(You know it’s a rager of a season when 2 of the top 3 riders in the points aren’t even racing.)

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 271
  2. Ryan Dungey – 192
  3. James Stewart – 177
  4. Davi Millsaps – 169
  5. Kevin Windham – 166

Houston: Villopoto actually clinched the title at this round, with 4 races left to go. Stewart returned and cleaned the fuck out of Kyle Regal before turning his dark magic (no pun intended) to himself and crashing the fuck out of that Yamaha. Millsaps got sick of giving a fuck and put the JGR bike on the podium again.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 296
  2. Ryan Dungey – 192
  3. Davi Millsaps – 191
  4. Justin Brayton – 181 (whoa, where did he come from?)
  5. James Stewart – 178

New Orleans: Villopoto won. Again. In the out of nowhere ride of the year, Grant comes in hot to take 2nd and remind people that he used to hand it to pretty much everyone on the track, the operative term there being “used to”. Still a ripper, though. Joelessi took himself out of third with a few laps to go and gave it to Brayton.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 321
  2. Davi Millsaps – 206
  3. Justin Brayton – 201
  4. Ryan Dungey – 192
  5. James Stewart – 178

Seattle: Villopoto’s knee decided to be a whiny little bitch and kill itself. The Dunge was back for this one but not in true form, he even let Hitler Youth beat him. Roczen was 350 cruising behind Shorty all moto. Good race, Short was not giving it to the kid (“giving it” to kids is generally a recipe for trouble, ask Chris Hansen). [I don't actually think Roczen is a Nazi, but you can't deny that he is a Hitler wet dream come to life. That kid is as Aryan as it gets]

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 323
  2. Davi Millsaps – 222
  3. Justin Brayton – 219
  4. Ryan Dungey – 207
  5. Jake Weimer – 191

Salt Lake City: The “penultimate round”, as Ralph would remind us 1,000 times (he loves to keep it fresh). Villopoto is out for the season now (wow, really??). The Dunge came out in full force, after getting taken out by Weimer like a boss, he came back and passed him and Millsaps to win it, no fucks given (have I said that yet?).

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 323
  2. Davi Millsaps – 244
  3. Justin Brayton – 237
  4. Ryan Dungey – 232
  5. Jake Weimer – 211

Las Vegas: This one just happened so not much needs to be said. The Dunge crushed everyone on the course then crushed mad brews at the bar afterwards like a KTM champion (3rd place). Millsaps took 2nd and sewed up 2nd in the championship (NFG), Brayton grabbed 3rd.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 323
  2. Davi Millsaps – 266
  3. Ryan Dungey – 257
  4. Justin Brayton – 257
  5. Jake Weimer – 229

Real talk: when was the last time Suzuki was the only brand not represented in the top 5? Suzuki bullshit. And I ride one so I can say that.

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Supercross For Assholes: 2012 450 Review Pt.1

Anaheim 1 startPre-season: The highly touted arrival of James Stewart on JGR has everyone on pins and needles. No way he could possibly do worse on this bike…

Anaheim 1: The fans were treated to quite the surprise as Villopoto fucking destroyed everyone. He really overcame the exhaustion of winning everything in 2011 well. Reed had a tip over but proceeded to not give a fuck and took 2nd in front of The Dunge. And James hit the deck.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 25
  2. Chad Reed – 22
  3. Ryan Dungey – 20
  4. Justin Brayton – 18
  5. Jake Weimer – 16

Phoenix: Villopoto goes down on lap 1. The Dunge leads the race from flag to flag, and all those assholes who have ridden KTMs since 1999 think that’s proof that they were right all along. Your 520exc is still a piece of shit. Oh, and James hit the deck.

  1. The Dunge – 45
  2. Ryan Villopoto – 45
  3. Jake Weimer – 38
  4. Chad Reed – 38
  5. Kevin Windham – 31

Los Angeles: Ryan Morais folds Canard into some Marilyn Manson pose. Villojoey got a bad start and Reed was all over it for the win. The Dunge came through the pack for a gentleman’s 2nd, and James hit the deck, but still finished 3rd in front of Villopoto.

  1. Ryan Dungey – 67
  2. Chad Reed – 63
  3. Ryan Villopoto – 63
  4. James Stewart – 48
  5. Jake Weimer – 48

Oakland: Someone threw some firecrackers into the stadium. No, wait, it’s ok. Those are just gun shots. This race was a fucking epic battle between Stewie, Reed, and Villopoto. Dungey was just KTMing around in 4th. Stew managed to not hit the deck and take the win. People shot their guns in the air in celebration, and for any other reason they could think of. It’s Oakland.

  1. Chad Reed – 85
  2. Ryan Dungey – 85
  3. Ryan Villopoto – 83
  4. James Stewart – 73
  5. Jake Weimer – 61

Anaheim 2: Villopoto got out front and just did his thing. Reed was running #2 for a while until James took out his pride-killer rhythm and put Reed behind him. Villo won in front of Stewie, Reed, and Dungey back in 4th, starting to get too comfortable back there.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 108
  2. Chad Reed – 105
  3. Ryan Dungey – 103
  4. James Stewart – 95
  5. Kevin Windham – 73

San Diego: Villopoto took the win in SD, while everyone else was busy S’in D’s (got ‘em). James hit the deck in the whoops and couldn’t get out from under his bike in a moment of epically simultaneous symbolism and foreshadow. Dungey was getting destroyed by the whoops, but only figuratively pinned under his bike, took a 3rd. Reed took a rather mute 2nd.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 133
  2. Chad Reed – 127
  3. Ryan Dungey – 123
  4. James Stewart – 101
  5. Kevin Windham – 78

Dallas: Stewart stalled it early in the race and took out himself and Millsaps while Coy was busy seeing if you can rig the cord on the headphones into a makeshift noose. Reed was looking like a boss, all over Villopoto until he seat-bounced his face into the ground and got ruined. First one to bite the dust for the season.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 158
  2. Ryan Dungey – 145
  3. Chad Reed – 128
  4. James Stewart – 116
  5. Jake Weimer – 92

Atlanta: Random hero (but not really) Cole Seely led 7 laps of this race like a fucking boss, even diced it up with Dungey for a couple of laps. The Dunge finally made his appearance on the course again, and passed Seely to take the win. Stewart also remembered that he’s actually pretty good and took the boss pass of the race, passing Seely around the outside of turn 1 for 3rd. Villopoto was #2.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 180
  2. Ryan Dungey – 170
  3. James Stewart – 136
  4. Chad Reed – 128
  5. Jake Weimer – 106

St. Louis: Stewart hits the deck, on lap 1. Those assholes chilling back in December have no idea how wrong they really are. Villopoto pretty much crushed this one, even slowing down at the end to give The Dunge a little hope, of which there was none. KTM said Dungey actually had a broken collarbone before this race, or a severe case of what in Austria they call, “bullshit”.

  1. Ryan Villopoto – 205
  2. Ryan Dungey – 192
  3. James Stewart – 152
  4. Chad Reed – 128
  5. Kevin Windham – 123
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Las Vegas For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Las Vegas For Assholes thumbPre-race: This just in: everyone is ready to be done with this race. We’re in Las fucking Vegas.

Holeshot: Joelessi literally sticks his foot out to hold off Dungey. Understandable, that holeshot check represents about 30% of his earnings this season.

Lap 1: The Dunge triples past Alessi in the rhythm section, didn’t really need the crystal ball to see that one coming.

Lap 3: Metcalfe stands Alessi up in the corner after the rhythm. That’s two vodkas thus far if you are playing the drinking game.

Lap 4: Weimer around Joelessi. In the whoops, the section where Alessi dreams go to die.

Lap 5: Millsaps triples past Alessi for 4th in the same spot as Dungey and Metty, with literally the same effort as I am giving typing this sentence.

Lap 5 (cont’d): Izzi and Brayton around Alessi. If you’re playing the drinking game right now, stop. You’re hammered.

Lap 6: Grant sneaking into the picture now, getting around….well you already know who he got around.

Lap 7: Weimer ski-jumps it to the inside of Metty for 2nd. That ski-jump is no joke, by the way – only those who give the least amount of fucks can really handle it.

Lap 8: Millsaps totally BROing for it in the whoops to get Weimer, Weimer squares him up and keeps the position like a boss.

Lap 9: Millsaps’ and Weimer’s bikes make contact in the air, Human Centipede-style. All sorts of joey moves ensue, legs everywhere. But both riders recover without losing anything.

Lap 10: Brayton around Metty for 4th, coming up on Saps and Weimer. This race would actually be good if The Dunge wasn’t KTMing everyone right in the butt.

Lap 13: It’s pretty much wrapped. The Dunge has about 15 seconds, he’s basically an arenacross track ahead of everyone.

Lap 16: Brayton around Weimer for third in the turn before the whoops. Weimer looks like he’s over it, ready for the Hard Rock.

Lap 20: Fro talking about the 350 – “Bring a pistol to a gun fight when another guy brings a machine gun.” Yup.

Finish: The Dunge was already at the bar before the other BROs even made it to the flag.

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SLC For Assholes: 450 Breakdown

Dungey Speed TVHoleshot: Millsaps rips it like a boss. JGR boys are all “What the fuck’s a James Stewart?”

Lap 1: Weimer passes Dungey and Alessi in the whoops, a clear indicator of not giving a fuck. Weimer into 2nd.

Lap 2: Millsaps and Weimer are jumping the whoops (N.O.F.G.) while The Dunge is still blitzing them.

Lap 5: Short and Brayton doubling through the first rhythm and Tickle triples through and essentially cuckolds both of them right into 7th and 8th. Tickle into 6th.

Lap 9: Dungey gets around Weimer, but tees himself up two turns later to get punted. Weimer isn’t playing around with that nice guy shit anymore. Like a boss. Dungey is up quickly and is ten different shades of bullshit.

Lap 12: Millsaps stretching it out over Weimer now, looking solid as fuck.

Lap 13: Alessi gets bucked in the whoops like a motherfucker. Turn down that rebound, Tony. Brayton catching up in 5th.

Lap 15: Brayton all over Alessi, but you didn’t need me to tell you that.

Lap 16: You gotta love the superfans that need Ralph and Fro to tell them what color Dungey’s and Weimer’s bikes are in order to distinguish who is who. Dungey now close to Weimer.

Lap 17: Brayton triples past Alessi in the first rhythm. Mike’s 2-3-3-1 was really paying off until now [it wasn't].

Lap 17 (cont’d): Dungey nice-guy passes Weimer and it did not live up to the hype. Especially since CBS was way too concerned with the battle for 4th to show it as it happened. And nothing against Jake, but everyone in the stands was waiting for The Dunge to get pissed.

Lap 19: Millsaps living the joe life in the rhythm section and just like that Dungey is in the lead. Davi and Jake gave it to him easier than his chick would if he wasn’t most likely saving himself for marriage.

Lap 20: Feld BROs got a little to antsy in their pantsy and pulled the trigger on the fire ball a lap early. Nothing like a 30 foot mushroom cloud and a wave of heat that could singe your eyebrows to help a guy focus on the last lap.

Finish: The Dunge takes it. Good thing he fell or this would have been as much of a snoozer as a final round where every championship is already wrapped up.

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