Welcome to KAM Racing

I started riding motorcycles somewhere around age 8 best as I remember. My "training" bike was a Honda 50 "step through" type. Dad sort of threw me on it as a joke I think. I could not touch the ground from the seat, but I could by standing in the cut out part and then hopping up on the seat. Now my "passenger" days were over. My first bike was Cota 49 trials bike which I competed in trials on. This bike was purchased through my Uncle Philip Woodrum who owned M&W Cycles in Towanda Illinois. M&W sold Ducati, Norton, Indian (Indian was strictly dirt bikes then) and Montesa. M&W also sponsored an Indian Flat track bike. At that time you could race flattrack almost every night of the week in Illinois.
 
In 1976 we moved to Princeton, there I "upgraded" to a DT100 and started going fast. The whole "slide sideways thing" looked like to much fun to not be a part of. During that time you could actually buy a flat tracker from a dealer. In 1977 we moved to Ramsey Illinois where I managed to "ride in" a practice track in local developer’s vacant lot. Then believing I was "on my game" I persuaded Mom and Dad to come watch, "Why I should be racing". Dad being a photographer brought his camera to record the event. The corners had become smoother going out, so I reasoned by turning around I could get in hotter and slide better. Bad planning on my part and changing directions was the demise of my racing before it ever started. I got in way hot and crashed removing a little skin. Being a typical hard headed kid I jerked the motorcycle up and I really got it in hot the second time and crashed even harder. At which time "Parent Rule" came in and back to the house we went with a big No on racing. I still rode a lot but there would be no racing.

Jump to 2006

As sort of typical of freshly divorced ole motorcycle guys I bought a Harley. Cruising around on the Harley spurred the dirt track desire again. I search the internet for flat track racing in Texas. Hal Jarrell’s website was the first thing that popped up. So I called Hal and went to a race at Huffman in Hal’s Carroll Reswebber series. I was hooked, the next move off to a Kawasaki dealer for a new 450 and really haven’t slowed down since. This time the change was Mom had passed away in 2002. Dad’s reply from Arkansas was, "Well you have done everything else you wanted to do and I doubt you’d listen if I said no now anyway".
Dad was able to attend one race in person in 2007, at Guthrie Oklahoma. My travel companions for that trip were Aaron Eustace, Max Brune, Bubba Rush and Carlyn Cheney. Dad had spent most of his life with motorcycles so he fit in well with this crew. I remember Aaron telling him "Move to Texas and be our tuner." Little did we all know this would be Dad’s first and last trip to a race. By the time the of the VDTRA finals in October cancer was taking a severe toll on Dad. He was pretty upset about not making the finals. One of his last requests early on, which was more like an order was, "You race the finals no matter how sick I get, you be there." On the way to the track that morning the phone call from my second Mother was not at all good. When I came in from the Main, I got the call that Dad had passed away just about the time we rode out for the heat race.

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