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The Power of a Great Road Trip. Part 1
While some of you may have been chasing your racing dream across the country for years, some of you may have barely left your home state. Sure, there’s nothing wrong with either, but I strongly urge you while fuel prices are still reasonable to get out there and explore our huge nation. I’ll admit, I’m completely jaded on travel. I’m on the road more than I’m at home these days. It’s airports, dinners alone, the alarm going off at 3am in the room above me in my life. However, there was a time in my life when I had barely been more than 4 hours from my home, and that’s what made this adventure so much better.
It’s 2008. There’s a 22 year old Tyler Porter trying to start a dirt track media empire to afford his racing habit while spending his days at a chemical plant drawing piping diagrams. I had already started my now defunct website fightfordirttrack.com but I knew about as much about pro racing and the behind the scenes lifestyle as my dog knows about getting enough exercise. Just a few months prior I had met Steve Murray, another 22 year old who had a completely different path in life and was living out his dream racing on the Grand National Championship circuit as national number 51. It was totally a chance meeting. I was going to Springfield, Illinois to do some amateur racing and my close friend Billy Gruwell was doing a lot of custom helmet painting at the time. My job was to deliver helmets, and Steve just so happened to be one of the customers. I had Steve’s phone number so I could meet him in the right spot, we had a quick chat, the helmet traded possession and I went on about my weekend. Little did I know Steve would not only take me on a life changing trip, but he would also become one of my best friends.
I was hard at work one morning, chatting on instant messenger (because kids, that’s what we did before texting) when Steve popped up and asked if I wanted to go on a two week road trip with him to California to pick up some bikes. This West Kentucky boy had never been further west than Springfield Missouri, so the only thing I had to figure out was how to ditch work for two weeks! Truly, my job wasn’t that important. There were at least 4 other people at the plant that could handle my duties, so my manager green-lighted it for me to be gone for both weeks of my earned vacation. That’s right, I was going to get paid while I was gone for two weeks!
Due to the storm the night before, the race scheduled for the next day rained out. After a quick stop at a dealer autograph signing, we pointed the econoline a little further west to Oklahoma City where our mutual friend Nicalee Sowders was going to put us up for the night. Do you see a trend here? We were slumming it! This is the dirt track way! Anybody that would have us, we stopped by. Nicalee showed us the sights around OKC, including the very emotionally powerful bombing memorial. This was the part of the trip where I started to realize that this was more than just going to California to pick up bikes, this was an adventure, and we had sights to see.