GOES TO CAMP
By John Basher
“Basher, you’re a cone killer! Stop knocking over my cones, or I’ll make you hit the corner until
long after the sun goes down. Get it right!”
And so began my tutelage under Ricky
Carmichael. It’s hard to argue with a 15-time
AMA Champion, especially when it involves
anything having to do with two wheels
and an engine. My confidence—shaky as
it already was—crumbled into a heap.
Carmichael was tearing me apart as punishment for running over his precious cones.