Race Day


I nearly always had a camera with me as a kid, but the object of my desire in 1982 was the Yamaha YZ 80 rather than the Nikon FM2 or Olympus OM4,

photography was starting to grow on me back then but it was the bikes I was shooting rather than the photography itself that I was passionate about

And to this day, over 30 years on, the smell of 2 stroke oil in the air or the heavenly sound of a motocross bike being raced flat out through the countryside still gives me goose bumps.

The shots below are from the Mike Brown Memorial at Marshfield near Bath.