I went to my first pro motocross in Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin in 1973. It was an international GP and most of the stars were there except for the guy I wanted to see, Joel Robert. Lackey was clowning around near the starting line with a Yamaha MX60. That bike had a square bore/stroke and would actually run backwards. Lackey had his mechanic push the bike backwards until it started while he sat on the bike backwards and rode it. Once it gained some speed, Lackey couldn't control it and he would just bail off. Lackey knew how to have fun. I walked to the Husqvarna pits and saw Bengt Aberg sitting crosslegged on his bike. Once I got near him, I realized the bike was not on a stand and he was sitting there perfectly balanced. Thinking about those times reminds me of why I love this sport so much. Many of us older geezers remember reading magazines in the late 60's and early 70's that regularly ran photos of the guy on a Husky whose dog rode with him perched on a piece of Astro Turf tied to the gas tank. This guy competed in the B to V hare and hound, Baja, and numerous desert races in Southern Cali. He had a short piece in "On Any Sunday". That dog would use body english as he leaned into his master's chest. The dog could actually read terrain and react to bumps. Cool stuff. I'm gonna tear up.