"ONE LITTLE VICTORY"
By KYLE DOYLE - 08/17/06
They say the best way to eat
an elephant is one bite at a time. Myself, I’ve never really considered
eating an elephant, but the basic premise of the advice seems sound enough
(though I can’t see an elephant being a very satisfying cuisine,
endangered species laws notwithstanding.) These days I find myself living
life “one bite at a time”; really, that’s the only way to do it when you
have a busy life. Inevitably, all those bites eventually combine to form
one big elephant, and you look back and realize just how much you can
accomplish in a short period of time by focusing on small goals, one at a
time, rather than nothing but the big picture.
Since the end of my last
correspondence (see “Ping Pong”), I’ve continued my summer tradition of
covering a whole bunch of miles in a fairly short period of time.
Fortunately, a few of my July gigs would keep me close to home, even if
only for a couple of days. Every year for the 4th of July, the HBR team
participates (to one degree or another) in the Rantoul, IL parade and
day-long activities event. Rantoul is only a couple miles from our shop,
and is home to Mark, Tim, and myself. For the third year in a row, I had
the pleasure of driving the Raminator R/T in the town’s impressive 4th of
July parade. Threatening cumulous clouds held low over Rantoul the morning
of the 4th, leaving us wondering if in fact there would be a parade at
all, much less the two car crushes scheduled for later in the day. Around
9a.m., the organizers gave us the go-ahead to tire up, and fall in line
for the parade. By the time the parade began rolling, the skies were
already beginning to break, and the temperatures began to soar (along with
the oppressive humidity). Patriotism seems to be a somewhat misused
sentiment these days, if such a thing can be said or understood. Some
people balk at the thought of wearing red, white, and blue, while others
seem overly-enthusiastic to prove that they are patriots in every sense of
the word. To me, patriotism isn’t spending money on decorations at
Wal-Mart or merely wearing a “USA” t-shirt. For me, patriotism is having
an understanding of what it has cost our country over the last 200+ years
to afford us the freedoms we enjoy today. It is the ability to responsibly
question authority in an effort to make our country better overall; it is
the ability to not only overcome racial and ethnic differences within our
country, but to understand those outside of our own. I suppose that if our
country is the symbol of freedom and tolerance that our forefathers
intended it to be, then showing tolerance and making use of our freedom is
one of the best ways to truly show one’s patriotism. All these thoughts
flowed through my mind as I slowly guided the R/T down the narrow
corridors of enthusiastic parade-watchers, and I realized that I was neck
deep in Americana, right then and there.
These folks who came to watch
the parade were showing their patriotism, by making the conscious decision
to share the day with their fellow man, and enjoy it. There are a lot of
things a person can do with their day off, so it was encouraging to see
such a diverse crowd come out to enjoy the festivities. From my lofty (and
somewhat detached perch) in the R/T, I witnessed people of all walks of
life coming together. Disabled veterans, volunteers, homemakers, and
children of all ages; just about every ethnicity you can think of. With
all the trouble boiling over in the world today, it was reassuring to know
that that in at least one small American town, real patriotism was
healthy. Naturally, monster trucks are a distinctly American creation, so
in honor of that Mark Hall performed two car crushes in the afternoon,
while I gave rides for a few hours in the performance area following the
parade. Ticket sales for the rides were donated to the local Rantoul
elementary schools, which only furthered the good feelings that the 4th
had left me with.
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HERE FOR THE RANTOUL GALLERY
Just prior to the 4th of July
action, we had received word that the Bloomsburg Jamboree had been
postponed to a date in August (it had originally been planned to occur the
weekend following the 4th). While that would give Mark and Geremie a
weekend off from racing, the second Raminator race truck was scheduled two
appear at a two Dodge dealers in the east-central PA region that same
weekend. Shelving my R/T driving duties for the weekend, I loaded up my
driving gear (including my brand-spankin’-new SFI 3-2A/15 fire suit by
Phoenix Custom Apparel), climbed aboard Unit #2 with Travis Howard, and
hit the road for PA. A Thursday-only display in Mill Hall, PA at
All-American C-J-D would start the weekend off for us. After the gig in
Mill Hall, we borrowed a Jeep Liberty from the dealership to search out
some dinner and hit the nearby Wal-Mart for some supplies. While out and
about, I picked up a new DVD documentary entitled “Metal: A Headbanger’s
Journey”. Being an avid rock/metal fan myself, and knowing that many of my
readers are rockers themselves, I just figured I’d pass this little bit of
info along to you, as it is definitely worth picking up.
The next day Travis and I found ourselves setting up in Hazelton, PA for a two day gig, a display on Friday and an early afternoon car crush on Saturday. A fairly busy day of people-meeting on Friday helped pass the time, and before I knew it on Saturday it was time to crush cars. Two local news stations had come out to do interviews with me Saturday, and then film the crush for their respective broadcasts. I’m not totally sure, but I think one of the stations actually broadcasted part of my crush live. See what a draw monster trucks are? When’s the last time a Nextel Cup display car got live TV time doing its thing? The crush went off without a hitch for the most part, the only real quirk being a bit of tire-induced damage to the left front fender. Travis and I were on the road by 4p.m. that evening, making tracks for home.
Our race schedule from January
through early April is dominated by the Monster Nationals series, which
runs primarily non-dirt events throughout the mid-west. For three
consecutive years now, an intense rivalry between Mark Hall and Doug
Noelke (Big Dawg) has grown to near legendary proportions. This rivalry
has been fueled by the close confines and even closer competition between
the trucks on the Monster Nationals circuit. As I mentioned above, the
series runs primarily indoors on concrete, but for the final points race
of the season, the series would move outdoors to the Richland County
Fairgrounds in Mansfield, OH. That would be my next stop with the R/T,
which I would be running at the show in addition to my duties as one of
Mark’s crew members.
I gotta say, this year's
Monster Nationals title has to be the hardest-fought of the four that
we've won. It seemed like bad luck and bad parts failure struck us around
each corner. I recall the feeling of excitement in Cleveland back in
January that I felt as Mark Hall pulled to the line against (who else but)
Doug Noelke in the first round. Mark had broken a transfer case during
freestyle, and we managed to change it in about 30mins, between the end of
his freestyle and the first rounds of racing. That meant we were thrashing
on it between FS runs, during intermission while trying to keep
Rammunition ready as well, during Transaurus in the dark, and during the
jet jeep thing with stuff being blasted at us in the dark. I've never
cussed that much in a five minute period of time, ever.
I don't care what anyone says,
the trucks on the MN tour run each other as hard as they safely can every
weekend they meet. Why? Because they race each other all winter long,
nearly every weekend. This constant clashing between teams fuels the fire
of rivalry, to the point that John Force and Gary Scelzi would throw the
towel in out of pure fear. We've had to change tires on the starting line,
install new valve train parts between rounds, fix entire rear-ends between
shows, re-weld frames in the parking lots of arenas, use countless rolls
of duct tape to fix body damage, and eat cold pizza and BBQ more times
than I care to remember. Why? Because if you want to win, you do what
needs done. I love the furiousness of the competition, even though at
times I'd rather be on the way back to the hotel instead of changing a
pig.
The end of the Mansfield
weekend would find me enjoying a full week to get ready for our biggest
small show if the year: the Champaign Monster Nationals at the Champaign
County Fair. Physically, the show is a normal (small) fair show. On the
grand scale of things (points, making sponsors happy, etc.), the show
falls a little farther down the list than someplace like Indianapolis or
Bloomsburg. However, when it comes to team pride, bragging rights, and the
desire to win in front of a hometown crowd, the Champaign fair show is
high on the list of races we must do well at.
The day before the Champaign
show, I had filled in for Geremie in Rammunition, performing a car crush
in Greenville, IL. Geremie and Mat Dishman’s grandfather had passed away
late in the week, much to the sadness of our entire team. In light of
that, Tim and I took Rammunition to Greenville for the Dodge dealer gig.
On the last hit during my crush, the front transfer case shaft twisted off
upon landing, causing a bad driveline vibration that I felt immediately. I
called it quits at that, knowing that Tim and I would have a late night
ahead of us installing a new t-case so that the truck could race in
Champaign the next day. At about 10:30p.m. Saturday night we called it
quits, having done about 90% of the t-case replacement, which was quickly
finished the next morning.
After a brief session of rides with the R/T during the pre-race pit party in the sweltering heat (though not as bad as last year!), it was time for the race to begin. It is no secret that our team has been terrifically successful over the last four and a half years, and it has become no small feather in a driver’s cap to take out Raminator or Rammunition. We know this, and we are proud that when someone beats us, they are very excited. However, for an “underdog”, there’s nothing like beating up on a giant in his own hometown. It’s kind of like taking John Force out in the first round in Pomona; it’s definitely something you wouldn’t be afraid of telling your buddies about. Anyways, Excaliber, Sudden Impact, and Nitemare would make up our opposition on-track for the Sunday evening event.
Mechanical problems plagued
every truck at the show at one point or another, though the final round
would come down to hometown drivers Geremie Dishman and Mark Hall, with
Mark taking the win, much to the delight of the crowd. Our team has been
undefeated at home since the winter of 2005 show at the Assembly Hall,
which saw Dale Benear taking the win over Bigfoot. The ’05 fair show was a
classic Bigfoot vs. Raminator match-up, with Mark taking the win. Mark
would also take the win in the finals of the ’06 Assembly Hall event
against teammate Dale Benear. Mark’s win at the fair show make our
hometown streak four in a row, a streak that we certainly hope to
continue.
The Monday after the fair
show, Darrell Wagner (the world famous DW everyone! *applause*) and I did
a quick clean-up on the R/T, swapped some tires around, and set out (in a
hurried manner) for Portland, OR. Not only is Portland home to the
Trailblazers, beautiful scenery, and the intersection of the Columbia and
Willamette rivers, but it is also the home of Freightliner LLC, makers of
the world-famous Freightliner medium and heavy duty trucks, including the
rigs that we use to drag our big ‘ole monster trucks all over the place.
The Raminator R/T enjoyed some time in the air conditioned limelight in
the main lobby of Freightliner’s headquarters building, before heading out
to participate in the Employee Appreciation Event outside. To my
knowledge, the R/T is the first MT ever to visit Freightliner’s
headquarters, and one of only a select few vehicles to have ever graced
the floors of the headquarters building’s lobby. After a long evening of
rides, DW and I loaded up in a hurry, in an effort to get on the road as
soon as possible.
You see, the R/T was scheduled
to be in Tomah, WI for a Saturday night Special Events Thunder Drags show.
I’m not a math genius, but if you leave Portland, OR on Thursday at
midnight and want to be in Wisconsin by Saturday at noon, your approximate
rate of travel has to be somewhere in the neighborhood of, umm, lets
see…carry the two, divide by seven…yep, you guessed it: haulin’ butt! DW
and I shared driving duties, rotating every five hours or so to ensure
logbook legality, and to keep from getting too tired while driving. A
not-quite-home-cooked breakfast was inhaled in Coeur d’Alene, ID; lunch
saw us “eating fresh” on the go somewhere between Butte and Bozeman, MT;
and supper found us thinking outside the bun in a great big hurry in
Gillette, WY. The rest of the drive from Gillette to Tomah reminds me of
that old Beastie Boys song “No Sleep Til’ Brooklyn”. If you’ve heard the
song, you know what I mean. (Nah nah…nah naaaaah…nah naaaahh naahhhh –
think Bevis & Butthead here.)
At this point, you are
probably wondering if we made it on time, huh? Well, I’d have to say that
our team’s never-say-quit attitude resides in all of us, so when a
challenge like this Portland to Tomah drive comes up, we look at it as a
chance to shine. DW and I like to joke that we are “the Pro’s from Dover”
(you’d have to see the movie M*A*S*H to get it), so we figured that if
this long drive in a short period of time needed to be done, then we were
just the two fellas to do it. Thankfully, we get along quite well, so we
actually managed to make the whole trip pretty fun. So what became of our
goal to reach Tomah by noon? Let’s just say that the back doors on the R/T
hauler opened in Tomah at about 9:45a.m. on Saturday. You wouldn’t expect
anything less from the Pro’s, would ya?
CLICK HERE FOR THE TOMAH GALLERY
The Tomah event, despite
temperatures usually only found in close proximity to volcanoes, went off
without a hitch for us. Both grandstands were nearly packed to the brim
with eager fans, the R/T was kept busy before and after the show, and the
final round of racing saw a marquee match up with a pair of the best
drivers our sport has to offer. Dan Runte in the Summit Bigfoot staged
against Mark Hall in the Dodge Raminator, with nothing but pride and
bragging rights on the line. Both trucks left the line at the same time,
but it would be Hall dusting the big Ford at the finish line by about half
a truck length.
The week following Tomah was a
short one, leaving us only a couple of days to prepare Raminator and
Rammunition for the most important 4-Wheel Jamboree yet: The 10th Annual
Bond Auto Parts Vermont Jamboree, in Essex Junction, VT. With Predator
having a substantial points lead on Raminator (4th place) and a couple
hundred points over Rammunition (2nd place), we definitely had our work
cut out for us. Since 2001, the HBR trucks have terrorized the Champlain
Valley Expo, claiming all but one event win in five years (Dan Runte in
Bigfoot, the only other winner). This year we knew that we’d have to open
one hell of a Nor’easter if we were going to stay in contention for the
title. My friends, I’m happy to report that the Empire struck back in
Vermont. Mark Hall went on a tear Saturday, claiming both wins (one over
Metallic Mayhem, the other over Rammunition), while Geremie Dishman kept
himself in the hunt by defeating Predator on Sunday. Predator’s lead had
been cut substantially, so I think you can safely say that Vermont is
indeed Dodge Country.
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FOR THE ESSEX JCT. GALLERY
One of the many fine Dodge
Charger R/T show vehicles that graced the tarmac of National Trail Raceway
during the Mopar Nats.
So, with all of this behind
me, it was time for a truly fun and relaxing gig to help ease the stress
of a long summer. What event could this be, you ask? Why, none other than
the 26th Annual Mopar Nationals, held at National Trail Raceway just
outside of Columbus, OH. The largest all-Mopar event of its kind, nearly
every thinkable kind of Dodge, Plymouth, Chrysler, Jeep, and AMC was on
hand in one form or another, including the Raminator R/T and Mark Hall’s
race Raminator. Aside from the MT attractions, the midway’s most popular
attraction was the Dodge Challenger concept, which will be available to
the motoring public in production form sometime within the next 12 to 24
months. The Mopar Speed Shop and DirectConnection rigs were also on
hand, along with tons of other customizers, restorers, vendors, and
product manufacturers. However, after two long days of ride-giving for me
and a stellar car crush by Mark (which earned him a standing ovation from
several thousand rabid Mopar fans), it was finally time to head home and
catch a day off.
Amazing how, in just a few
weeks, you can travel (essentially) from coast to coast for large-scale
gigs, bring the hometown crowd to their feet, clinch an emotional and
hard-won championship, and defeat a major rival driven by a legendary
driver, all the while soaking up some of our nation’s greatest scenic
views in between events. For me, life is one great big war against the
odds for success and happiness, and the only way to do well and win that
war is to focus on each little battle as they come along, personal and
professional, and try to win them. For me, each and every month is just
one little victory.
Until next time.
- KD |