If I could describe War Run III in one word, it would be personal. This year's War Run hit home for a lot of people on a couple of different fronts: From the charity money being raised going directly towards the recovery efforts in North Carolina that hurricane Florence laid waste to, displacing thousands of families and leaving many businesses in financial turmoil; to the real meaning of why events like the War Run mean so much to us. This year the run took us down to Fort Fisher, a fort that protected the confederate trading route in and out of Wilmington. From there it was only a short hop to the ferry that carried all 78 bikes, a van, and the chase truck and trailer across to Southport for a nice rip back up to The Compound for the second half of War Run.
Racing this year came in two fashions; a 300 foot, street drag race and one hell of an MX style dirt track. Needless to say, there was no shortage of speed or competition on either track. 23 drag racers, and 43 dirt racers (plus some doing both!) battled it out for this year’s bragging rights and a heavy cash purse. Don’t let the pictures fool you; those hay bails weren’t as forgiving as they look, and we had to stop racing at least once for normal traffic!
I was able to take some time from the man himself in between races and the run and talk about the roots of War Run and what it means to him.
What makes it worth the year of planning, reaching out to sponsors, coordinating food and floodlights, promoting, building a track, and balancing the rest of life? It’s the no bullshit attitude, and the willingness to push to get your ass together with the family and friends you don’t get to see all year, that makes it all worth it. The one time a year we can ride together and catch up.
Scott, on behalf of all of us, we can’t thank you enough for another great year of building the family and compelling us to get together for a great weekend; and we forgive you for not racing. Be sure to follow the @war_run for updates.
Austen / @gantman / @intheweeds757