You’re known to get up to some shenanigans after the track is built and the race day is done. Got any favorite stories?
One year during the Nitro Challenge at The Nitro Pit in Arizona, I had bought a really nice pit bike motorcycle to raffle off. I had instructed my crew (my crazy son Curran, Minnesota Tony, Webbslinger, and a few others) NOT to ride the motorcycle before it was raffled off, as I didn’t want anything to happen to it. I had it stored in my room back at the hotel, so it was safe until the Saturday of the raffle. I rent all of the rooms for the crew, and I have my own so I can duck out early if needed so I can be ready for the next day…someone has to be responsible. [laughs] So on Friday night of the event, it happened to be my daughter’s birthday (she was one of the Dirt Girls that year), and we had bought her this giant chocolate cake. We had a small celebration in one of the rooms, and I decide to call it a night and go to my room to get some rest, as I think everyone else will do the same. Not so much. [laughs] After I go to bed, Curran smears a little chocolate-cake frosting across Scott Hughes’s nose—yes the famous “Squirrel” himself— that basically sets off a giant chocolate-cake food fight in one of the rooms. Cake is on the ceiling, walls, carpet, and even in the bedsheets! After the cake fight, the boys decide it sounds like fun to have races in the hotel hallways. One team gets the bellman cart and the other...you guessed it, the motorcycle. Flash-forward to the next morning. I am at the track early, getting ready for the day’s events, and I get a call from the hotel manager. He is furious. He tells me he has kicked me out of all of the rooms I have rented and needs me out immediately... and he is so upset that other guests had complained about motorcycle noise all night. To top it all off, he wanted me to pay for all of the damage that the motorcycle oil had caused in the room. He said there were oil stains and dirt all over the room, on the walls, in the carpet, in the beds—basically everywhere. I was shocked and asked him if I could find out what happened and call him back, which he agreed to. After getting the full story from the crew, I called him back and explained that all of the motorcycle oil was actually chocolate-cake frosting and the dirt was the cake, which really didn’t make it any better [laughs], and that it was my young crew who were celebrating a birthday that got out of hand. He decided to let me stay as long as I cleaned everything spotless immediately. I agreed, the room got cleaned, and the motorcycle got raffled off. It is one of those times I will never forget.