Motorcycles: Stunt Games – a fun-filled affair. Part II

Blame it on the forceful explosion of adrenalin or the intense, galloping excitement, petrol lit within metal cylinders initiates. Call it what you will. Please forgive my overt exuberance in Part 1. I do realize that I was possessed by myriad inexplicable sensations. I was swept away by a yet to be defined moment. My recollection continues now, but in a concise fashion.

As I suggested at the end of the previous piece, I had to extricate myself from the motorcycle showroom at the entrance of Stunt Games, when it became evident that a troupe of performers of the motorized persuasion, was triumphantly distorting the atoms in the atmosphere with several fuel propelled instruments.

Led by the burnt rubber trail, I eventually made my way to the VIP area which was appropriately positioned on the infield of the circuit/track. From my roaming vantage point I had access to everything on Stunt Games’ menu.

On track, variety was the order of the day – Go-Karts, radio-controlled (RC) cars, RC aeroplanes, dirt bikes and messenger bikes, all went head to head for top honors. When the main act rode out -the stunt riders – the tempo soared immeasurably and breached the laden grandstands. The reception the daredevils generated, would have made 100 jumbo jets at the nearby Norman Manley International airport, all at full thrust, sound like a purr!

This is where I must say props to Claudette Powell (CP), Crazy Cutter and Pretty Boy Floyd . CP and Cutter ensured that the time factor was army enforced. A drill sergeant could not have done a better job!

Pretty Boy Floyd kept the affair light hearted to the extreme. His injection of humor was well received. To say there were visible pockets of laughter in response to his punch lines would be an understatement. It would be more appropriate to say there were complete suits of laughter! His jokes were dispersed indiscriminately and patrons could not help themselves. They laughed uncontrollably! His pronouncements were PG – any age group and when they weren’t, they were coded, so if your kid understood, you have a damn bad kid! Just kidding!

Stunt Games was a blast. The experience may be compared to what I imagine skydiving to be like – a fast paced thrill ride which rocks your entire being! Words will always fall short. They are inferior and occasionally inappropriate to describe the celebration of the motorcycle culture and lifestyle that I witnessed at Stunt Games.

If you missed it, find out where and when the next event will be staged and take my advice, sell a kidney if you have to, but be there!

Where my words fail, I hope these pictures discover success!

I missed the flight!

This Canadian beauty has downtown roots – she has a rubber waist!

Dirt bikes on asphalt – insane!

You don’t see this everyday – Take 1

Take – 2

Take – 3

Take – 4

It would not be possible without you.

According to his dad, young Chris (below) told him about Stunt Games a few days before the event. On Sunday, he was up rather early, he would not miss it for the world! When I saw him, he was having a whale of a time -smiling as he strikes a pose.

Stunt Games, I tip my hat off to you – well done.

Cecil Munroe Gleaner On-Line Writer