So if you didn’t know, this past weekend was the Zwarte Cross in Holland. It is basically some giant heavy metal festival surrounding a moto race in which everyone is super hungover/still totally blasted. I had heard of this event last year when Hanny went over for it, but this year I am doing the research and I have to say it is just further proof that America, while inherently better than not-America, was founded by prudes. You go to a race in America and you get booted for raising it up on a 110 (like a boss) and are forced to sneak back into the pits (also like a boss). Over in Europe, if you aren’t wearing a viking helmet made out of the bones of the mastodon you killed last night in a drunken stupor, you’re a joe, so just get out of the way. It’s like while we say – “Hey, there’s people drinking at my motocross race,” they say – nothing because they are too busy getting hammered to the wall. Like if you watch these videos, everyone is actually speaking perfect English, they just have a mouthful of beer or vodka or goat’s blood at all times, which slurs their speech a tad.
If you really want the YouTube Zwarte Cross experience, here is a 26 minute video entirely in Dutch of the mayhem (and a much better shot of that crash at the 10:28 mark):
