At the SuperX there are pro riders

in the demonstration events and local kids riding in the races.

When we first arrive there are bobcats all over the place,

they're still building the track.
It's exciting just watching the bobcats making the jumps and

waiting for the pro riders to come out and do their warm up laps.

There aren't any hot dogs left or pies by the time they start.

They ride around and around getting

higher and higher each time they go over a jump.
The pro riders how beautiful they look

up and down like dancers

or birds and

how beautiful they sounds their exhausts like a throat

and they smell good, hot small petrol engines

and the dirt they throw up

until it hangs in the air and then settles on all of us

sitting in the grandstand or on the grass.
When I get home it's a shock how dirty my face is

even though I stood well back from the track because

motor racing is dangerous, even for spectators.
The pro riders do tricks, they aren't there to race.

They take their feet off the footpegs and put them on the handlebars.

They do not fall.
In the breaks between races, two women wearing pink hotpants and

black t-shirts come out and throw merchandise into the crowd.

These women are the SuperX Hotties and they are

talking to one another as they walk around the dirt track

throwing caps, t-shirts and lollies into the crowd.
The local riders in the races crash all the time –

some get up and back onto their bikes and some

we see taken off the track while the paramedics walk over to have a look.

Time passes so slowly when you are waiting for an ambulance.