Motosportz / Taskys / LTR sponsored rider Scott McFate wins A class

Thanks Kelly,
I attribute this championship to being on a great bike and having all the right parts and support.
The TXC is one of the most versatile bikes that I have ever rode. From the tight first gear lock to lock twisties all the way through the 90+ MPH straight aways the TXC was always the right choice.
Les at LTR sure knows how to set up the suspension on a bike and with just a few turns on the clickers I could go from technical to WFO desert.
I had the unfortunate opportunity to challenge the Motosportz rad guards and skid plate. If I had been riding with out a well designed protection system there would have been more than one DNF. The products held up well and did exactly what they were designed for.

Thank you again Motosportz, Taskys, and LTR for a great season. Let's do it again next year

Congrats Scott. By the looks of that picture I woulda figured you as an escaped patient from the looney farm not a division champ.

To win an A class title I think you need to be a bit looney...
Good riding Scott!

Later,

Congratulations on both wins, Scott! You're my new hero!

Well the Husky came through again. This last weekend 11/25/08 we had the pleasure to break in a new race venue located on the Bremerton WA Motorsports park. The club that put it on was the Bremerton Cruisers Motorcycle Club and let me say they did a fantastic job.
The course was a mix of slow lock to lock single track with a little open twisty stuff thrown in and then some big open grass tracks and dirt road straight aways that were WFO.
The day was near perfect with the temperature right about 50 degrees and sunny. I would be starting in the 3rd which was made up of the 30+A and 40+A row behind the AA/Pro and open A. The start was a dead engine hands on your helmet go at the drop of the flag on a grass surface for 300 yards to a sharp 90 degree left hand. After watching the first two wave leave I was feeling pretty good about my placement on the line which was slightly to the right of center and pretty much straight to the corner. Engines are now all quite as the previous wave has rounded the first few corners of the grass track and are no longer insight. 35 old guys sitting on their bike with hands on helmets as if giving the expression Oh my gawd what am I doing? Now intensely staring at a lone flag man, waiting for the key move and, bam flag is up and all the good bikes are in motion. The Husky fired right up and I was in a group of 5 vying for premium real estate at the first turn. No real drama here, a little slicker than I thought but not uncontrollable. I made it through the first turn in about 3rd and now started to pour it on through the grass track. Somewhere about turn 8 I came in too hot and over shot the good solid line and found my self fighting for traction in the 12'' deep mud/grass. I lost about 5 positions but was not worried as this was going to be a 2 hour race.
After leaving the grass track we went into a clear cut area complete with the remnants of stumps in various sizes and old tree limbs and tops at all angles except 0 and 180 which made for a pretty wild ride. after this section we got into a mix of clear cut and trees/brush. Not too eventful but I did make it around a couple of riders. The LTR suspension was soaking up the bumps and sharp edges. Next we went into the treed section and were treated to some fine root infested lock to lock technical riding with a few alternative lines for risky passing. It was in here on lap #2 that my drama began. I was rounding a pretty dug out left hand corner in a depression with a small stomp and exposed roots when my bike stopped moving forward. Well that weird so I poured on more throttle, no worky, all I heard was my Rekluse clutch screaming like I was in 5th gear, so I start banging down on the gear selector like a mad man. I try to grab more throttle and still all I hear is screaming clutches, Well more banging on the gear selector and trying to work the clutch over ride and really hit the power to it. That doe not work either. By now everyone that I had passed and a few, rerouted by me. I finally got off of my bike to at least keep from getting hit and I noticed that i had some small roots in the counter sprocket, cool problem solved, not. I now see that i derailed my chain and it was wadded up in the counter sprocket and wedged on the swing arm, this really looks like a problem. I grabbed the chain and managed to pull a few folds out, just enough to get the chain started back on the rear sprocket, cool. After a few attempts I have successfully got my chain back on and was back in business. All in all this whole operation took about 4-5 minutes, but sure seamed longer.
Back under way we now would be breaking out into some open wooded areas and old log roads with plenty of speed. Slowly I start taking back positions, this is good. We now come out of the woods and hit a check on the small asphalt section which is also where the pits are. I opt not to pit to tighten my chain as I have now convinced myself that this was a fluke and I will not happen twice, I hope. Now that we have passed the pits we enter into another short clear cut section and then back to the beginning at the grass track. Each lap is 8 miles long and I figure that I'm doing about 25 minute laps. Now I have some ground to make up to pass the guys back who went around me during the chain mishap. The next two laps I was able to pick off quite a few riders and had gotten into a pretty quick pace by my standards. I was using more energy than I'm used to but it was push time. Lap #5 is coming up, do I pit for fuel or go for it? Screw it, it's all or nothing so I pass the pit and hammer on. I can now see in my sights a group of riders that about an hour and forty minutes ago were lined up next to me, O.K this is good because I am making up time on them. At about the 3 mile mark on the course I make a pass on all four in the group and albeit a little risky I make it stick, nice. Mile 4 comes up and I find that the group is not to far behind and I am coming into lapped riders. I tried a pass through some thick brush and discovered a hole and a stump, not good. I now watch 4 riders pass me, again not good. I dig the bike out and spent some precious energy doing so. By now I’m getting pretty tired but I kept motivated by yelling in my helmet Get On The Pegs, Get On the Gas, Get Off your Ass, seamed to work I started moving pretty quick again. Mile 6 is approaching and again the group of 4 are in striking distance. i plot and make my move in a combination of straight aways and clear cuts. Good stuff all I have to do now is stay smooth and don't run out of fuel. Mile 7 of the final 8 I start to detect a lean pop, not good, only a half mile to go, hold on. I come through the final short woods section, bike still running and I now see the check point, I will make it. I get to the check and I am one of the first riders to get stopped as the time has ran out. Actually this will work out because I know that I would have not had enough fuel to do another lap without a pit.
I ride back to the truck and am greeted by a couple of friends with a cool bottle of water, tastes pretty good. They ask about my race and I tell of these triumphs and dramas and what a great course it was. They ask where do I think that I was going to finish and I said I felt like a 3rd was not out of the question. We chat a while longer and they head out. I clean up and head over to the club house to check result. They are not posted yet so this gives plenty of time to socialize and bench race. About a half hour passes and I here my friend Dave's voice from above the noise shout out Oh Great Now I will Have to Listen to Him all The way Home, which in translation is I won my class and he did not. To Dave’s credit though he did get in a sixth lap and I was glad he was not in my class.
All in all the Husky did a great job and all of the Motosportz protection kept the sticks and crap out of the radiators and the disks straight.
To finish first, First you have to finish.

Possibly, I missed the 6th lap cut off by less than half a minute. Had I went out for a sixth lap I would have needed to do a splash and go for gas in the pits.
With the current jetting I am good for about 40 miles on fuel at this type of racing. I was a little bummed that I did not make the 6th lap and could have moved up a couple of more positions in the Over All standings. I finished 15th out of 58 from the 3rd row non time adjusted.
I guess that's O.K for an old feller

Old guys rule....good job, Scott!

Scott is the best enduro computer money can buy...

Later,

You should put up that before picture before he lost all that weight and transforming into slimfast!

I'd probably pick up a few HOURS per lap and be able to hang for an entire moto if I lost 30-40lbs. What did you do Scott? Surgery, voodoo, prayer or (*GULP*) hard work?

Please say voodoo, please say voodoo......

Scott was busy getting rid of 5-10 pounds when this picture was taken.

Yahhhh, well I think you guys are are freaking riot too.
Where in the hell is the big foot?