i'll just leave this here.

Ross Maeda
June 18, 2016



J-LAW: The first time I heard of Jason Lawrence, he was a young hot prospect out of the amateur ranks. The rumor around the local tracks was that he would ride around running people off the track and stuffing people for fun. Now, my thinking was that motocross is dangerous enough without someone making problems for you! Jason was on the market for satellite 250 teams and being represented by a guy named Scott Sepakovic. I knew Scott casually from the old days, but now he considered himself a SUPER AGENT and would always be wearing nice clothes instead of the normal MX casual wear like everyone else. One day I was riding at Elsinore, and it had rained heavily the week before. The conditions were pretty good but there were huge puddles all around the track and in the pit area. I had parked my boxvan next to a fence, and as I was unloading, 3 expensive pickups and a BMW pulled up next to me and parked. Sean Hamblin got out of one of the trucks with a skinny kid with long hair in his face. "HI ROSS! THIS IS MY BUDDY JASON LAWRENCE". He shook my hand with a skinny arm and didn't say anything. He looked like a junior high school skateboard kid. I remember thinking, if this punk knocks me down when I'm minding my own business and hurts me, I'll sock him in his jaw! But he seemed nice enough and wasn't obnoxious. Scott Sepakovic jumped out of the BMW and trotted over to me, overdressed as usual with his cell phone on his ear. "HEY ROSS! DID YOU MEET JASON? BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. he's gonna ride my RM250 today and it's set up for my fat ass, so can you adjust it so he can ride it?" I started to explain that it couldn't be done because his springs were too stiff, but Jason interrupted and said he could just ride it. So we all go riding, and I came in and sat on the back of my boxvan. Jason came flying into the pits and threw the RM on a stand, then sat down next to me. "Don't say anything!" he said to me and left his helmet on. Immediately a big fat vet rider came riding up completely covered in mud. "WHO WAS JUST RIDING THIS SUZUKI!?!" He yelled.....we all sat there like idiots.."I SAID, WHO THE FUCK WAS JUST RIDING THIS BIKE!!!??"..everyone just kind of looked at each other and shrugged. He spit and spun his bike around and rode away in disgust. I looked at Jason and he was giggling like a little girl. "What the hell did you do?" I asked him. "nothing", he laughed. Apparently he had been flying around the track wheeling thru the big puddles showering hapless riders. This big guy had cut the track and was chasing Jason with fire coming out of his eyes! Jason had soaked him and he was pissed! This was exactly the kind of BS that I'd heard about him, but it seemed pretty funny now that I was seeing it with my own eyes. "You're a DICK" I said to him, and it made him laugh more. A short time later, while we were relaxing and Scott was pacing around talking on his cell phone. Suddenly I hear: WUB-BUB-BUB-BUB-BUB! This ridiculously raised 4 wheel drive FORD truck is backing up toward us with a BROWN Yamaha in the back. The truck backs into a big, deep puddle next to us, then the driver floors it, shooting mud, rocks and water in a huge wave at Scott's RM, knocking it off the stand! He drives away with his arm stuck out of the window giving us the finger. We all started laughing then I looked up and saw Sepakovic standing by his car with his arms out. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?!?!" he yelled.