#tbt July 2015. One of the last few times I raced and really cared about it. It had already been a heavy year for me, then Scot Breithaupt died. Scot's passing rocked the BMX world and it effected me deeply. He was my hero, my friend and one of the individuals most responsible for making this thing, bicycle motocross, that I love so dearly, legitimate. I painted up my bike and helmet in the spirit of Scot and SE Racing, put a knobby on on the front, and headed for Waterford Oaks for a Gold Cup race (with a little nudge from @solanfoster). In staging before the main, I noticed a long crack, right in the center of my 20-year-old Comp III tire. I thought about that rough asphalt first turn at the end of that long first straight and really started to panic. What would Charly Narly do? I loaded it up in the gate, got a good snap, said a few prayers going into the first turn, and held on for a strong second place behind my lifetime nemesis (and nemesis to everyone who's every raced him), Dugan Neal. I gave a big fist pump across the finish line, more excited for my tire not exploding than for the Silver, but I was pretty excited regardless. I still think about Scot all the time. 📷Jeremy Hull.