Television voice for college sports
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The kid grew up on a motocross bike in rural Vermont where there weren't any paths or tracks yet to ride on. He had to make his own. Riding over the sometimes snow crusted ground for the first time. Cutting grooves with knobby tires in the green mountain dirt. Tearing it up again and again. Wearing down paths that others would one day follow.
In those days, freedom was the smell of burning two cycle oil, the taste of backwoods air, and the sound of a muffler screaming like a hive of angry bees. Today, this spirit of youth, independence and adventure are the foundation that inform his signature sound.
So grab your helmet and gas-up...cause it's time to cut your own trail.
In those days, freedom was the smell of burning two cycle oil, the taste of backwoods air, and the sound of a muffler screaming like a hive of angry bees. Today, this spirit of youth, independence and adventure are the foundation that inform his signature sound.
So grab your helmet and gas-up...cause it's time to cut your own trail.
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