The Cockroach
Year one when we decided to give out awards for certain EDR riders, we came up with the "La Cucaracha" designation for the one who makes it on the rattiest looking roach of a bike. Not some heap with a bunch of fake patina and grungy doo-dads all over it, but real, ridden machines with more character than hope. Machines held together with equal parts love, safety-wire and reckless abandon. The winner that first year was none other than Nick McClean who made it about 25 miles on his 49-51-53-ish BSA before it crapped out for the first time on that first EDR. Not one to give up, old Trumpnut Nick tore into the beast's clutch in San Felipe and between fixing everyone else's bikes, got it going again. The only thing tougher and more endearing was Nick himself. So, in 2007 we made a betting pool online and everyone bet a dollar per mile on how far Nick would make it. Much to our satisfaction, the old Beezer chugged the entire route under it's own steam and Nick pocketed 400+ dollars and gained back his pride as the savant mechanic we've grown to love.
The coveted winner of the 2007 La Cucaracha award was our new friend Riverside Eric. His purple XS650 never missed a beat, and neither did it's rider. This award is about soul, and Eric has it in mega-doses. The kid got told by his boss that his future employment would be determined by his presence at work over the EDR weekend and Eric came to the pre-party just to see what the crowd was like. Of course, once he showed up in Temecula, he knew he was in it to win it, and 'ol Riverside turned his back on the J-O-B and headed south with a bunch of like minded idiots. After Eric washed his leaky gas tank out in the Sea of Cortez on Day One, Nick welded up the offending pin hole and the torch was passed. Eric won the cockroach award and rode off into the sunset. He got his job back and went with us later in the year to the Smoke Out.
EDR 2008- Nick and his wife have had a bouncing baby boy for about six months now, and Eric is still riding the piss out of his barney-hued Yamaha. We don't know who'll get the award this year, but we do know what the trophy will look like. You see, Breeanne, the better half of the McClean clan had to stop painting when she got pregnant and dedicated her spare time to the less toxic work of leather working. Her company is called Cycle Cosmetics and she's been a sponsor of this year's event since the day Nick made it home to Nevada. She volunteered to do this year's trophy for the title invented for her husband, and it rules. Bree is going to stay home this spring and take care of the baby, but Nick will be there to give welding clinics and Mrs. McClean's work will ride home strapped to the back of some fortunate soul's rusty fender as a homage to that rider's ability to keep some homeless wretch of a motorcycle on the road...
Purple rain, purple rain...
Trumpnut. Make friends with this dude, you may need his skills!