Supercross

My name's Trip Carlyle.

This is my big brother K.C.

We're tight, but that doesn't mean we don't compete.

All right, the last one to the truck, which is usually you, washes the bikes.

Okay, deal.

Motocross is our life.

Our dad was a biker.

He lived life on the edge.

I ride like he did... Crazy, frequent flier.

K.C. plays it safe.

Old school.

The big dream is championship Supercross...

Indoor, outdoor,

the whole deal.

It was our father's dream, and now it's ours.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Supercross!

Over the handlebars! That has to hurt!

Dude, what are you doing? Turn it down!

Trip...

What? Are you retarded?

Get out of the pool! Just get in, bro.

Hey! You are an idiot.

Wussup!

Ah! Oh, it sucks to be short.

It's not my fault your head's so big!

You got snot all over your nose! Here, let me get that for ya!

Hey, guys?

Lose your skimmer, K.C., or just having a party?

You're on your own, bro.

Wait up! How's this my fault?

You jumped in her pool! You were right behind me!

We cannot afford to lose our jobs, man. We got rent. We got our bikes.

You're killing me.

Trip, I'm serious.

Dude, I'd really be bummed if this attitude had something to do with this job.

But it doesn't. It's about the chick.

This is not about the chick! It's about the chick. She got to you.

God! What are you so scared of? Would you call the woman?

You've seen where she lives. She's way out of my league.

It's like racin', dog. No risk, no rewards.

You're all risks. Where are your rewards?

Look at me.

I mean, come on, K.C. Don't punk out.

You guys have been eye-ballin' each other for weeks.

Make a move.

And I'm telling you, she's sitting at home waiting by the phone.

But your dumb ass won't even call her. So I'm gonna get a shower, okay?

You get it together. Chuy and Starr are comin' over to talk bike conversion.

Supermoto!

First place wins $1,000, and we need the money.

It's a Supermoto race. I don't even know where to start.

I'd start with the front brake.

Forks are okay. You can get away without cutting 'em down.

Basically, it all comes down to this.

All you need are 17s and racing slicks.

Baby, slicks cost a buck, 50 apiece. So?

You can use throwaways. What throwaways?

The throwaways you scam every time you go to the track.

- Problem solved. - Maybe I'm saving those tires.

Yeah? Well, maybe I'll save something for a month or two.

Uh-oh.

Hey, Zoe. Remember me? It's K.C.

I was cruisin' the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by and... Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

Oh!

Hey, there. Hey.

What are you doin' here?

No, I-I was just...

No, no.

I was gonna put this in your mailbox.

Um, my brother and I have a race.

Okay. You want me to go, why don't you just ask?

'Cause you're kind of scary.

Wait'll I pass the bar.

Dude, you've been favoring that knee since you got off in the second heat.

How bad is it?

Like someone drove a nail through it. Hey, what time's the final?

We got till 5:00.

Hello? Hey.

Where are you?

Okay. I'll be right there.

Oh, come on. Where you goin'?

Dude, where you goin'?

Hey! Hey.

How'd you get away? I told Daddy I had a corporate interview.

Are you glad I came?

Yeah. Then act like it.

So is this gonna be fun, or what? Yeah.

That is so ugly.

- You do the conversion yourself? - Had some help.

I can see you don't like getting your hands dirty. Is it fast?

Watch the main. You'll find out.

Yeah, I'll watch.

Except the only thing is, I'm not in the habit...

of looking behind me when I got the lead,

especially on a two-bit piece of shit bike like yours.

That's so ghetto. What is that, a water bottle?

Oh. You dropped your nuts.

Here you go.

That's good. Yeah.

- She's a racer. - And you're a genius.

You wanna put 20 bucks on it?

Fifty, and you got yourself a bet.

Who's that guy Piper's talking to?

I don't know. I've seen him around the track a couple of times.

Yeah, I seen him too...

on a "Wanted" poster.

- Piper! - Yeah, I'm comin', Pop.

- Let's go! - See ya on the track.

Uh-huh.

Hey. What's your name?

Trip.

Stop starin' at my ass.

There's our semi.

I know it looks like a pickup truck, but it's actually a factory rig.

Nice.

Hey, Zoe. Hey, Trip.

Sneaky, sneaky, bro, bringin' the lady by like this.

Racers, you have 15 minutes to come to the track.

Fifteen minutes.

I don't know if that was such a good idea. I don't think your ego...

can take losing in front of your girl.

Well, she didn't come all this way to see you win.

A perfect day for Supermoto... We'll see.

In the high desert of California, Apple Valley.

Some of the best Supermoto racers in the country are on hand.

Steve Drew, Mickey Diamond, Darrell Atkins, and local favorite Owen Cole.

He's gonna be the man to beat. His sister here as well,

rider number 223, Piper Cole.

But some new faces in Supermoto. K.C. Carlyle, number 78,

and Trip Carlyle, his little brother, number 238.

Owen Cole gets the hole shot. But a big surprise.

The 78 of K.C. Carlyle in second.

And Piper Cole back in four spot, the only female we have in the field.

You have to be impressed by the two desert dirt rats.

The Carlyle brothers in second and third.

I mean, these are motocross guys making the transition to Supermoto,

where you're on asphalt and dirt and speeds in excess of 80 miles an hour.

Piper Cole looking good back there in fourth.

She has a good view of the Carlyle duel in front of her.

And K.C. makes a pass on her brother.

K.C. Carlyle with the lead. But, oh, you've got another thing comin'...

if you think Owen Cole's gonna back down.

In your face!

It's K.C. Carlyle. Now Trip Carlyle in third.

He tries getting by his brother, and he does so.

Trip Carlyle now into second behind Cole.

K.C. goes for the pass. Bye-bye, little bro. I'm in second now.

And Marty Moats goes down!

K.C. dives inside of Cole one more time. Makes the pass.

Cole looks over his shoulder, and Trip gets by.

Now the brothers Carlyle one and two. K.C. leads Trip.

The checkered flag is out. Neither brother wants to back down.

It's Carlyle, Carlyle and Cole. Trip leads.

The 238 sliding out...

Owen Cole, the 420 Honda rider,

shows you why he is number one...

and takes the Supermoto victory.

What do you think you're doin'? My own brother kamikazes me!

Oh, my God. Okay! Okay! No, it's not okay!

Can I go home with you Because if I go home with him...

Oh, God, you are so bitter!

Don't put your shit on her. She didn't come here to hear that.

Trip, I didn't come out here to crash out, okay?

All the way from where?

Palmdale. No kiddin'?

- You bang bars down in Antelope Valley? - Yeah, sometimes.

Look, buddy, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm kind of busy here.

Pissin' and moanin'. Where do you plan on taking it?

Takin' what? Your racing.

Competitively, I mean.

K.C., I think this gentleman... Hi. Zoe Lang, by the way.

- Jeff Johnson. Pleased to meet you. - Very nice to meet you.

I think Mr. Johnson's taking a professional interest in you at the moment.

Goddamn. Jeff Johnson. Um, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you.

Don't worry about it. Listen, you rode a pretty decent race out there...

for a while.

Yeah, it'd been nice to finish.

Don't worry about it, man. You get yourself a better bike, and who knows?

Oh, that... That's my brother Trip.

- Yeah, he lives up to his name. - You... Jeff Johnson.

'96. Anaheim Supercross. Huh?

You took your seventh podium, I think it was.

My brother and I were there. Yeah?

Yeah, that, uh, was my last hurrah.

I'll tell you what. I only came to watch today, but, uh,

I'm workin' with Team Nami these days.

Why don't you guys come out next week, check out the track.

I'll introduce you to Clay and Rowdy Sparks.

They'll be there.

Give me a call.

Jeff Johnson.

We think we've played second fiddle to Honda,

Yamaha and Suzuki long enough.

It's time to go toe-to-toe with the big boys.

We're spending a fortune on the introduction...

of the street version of our new Bullet 450.

That's the bike my son Rowdy races.

Our entire marketing strategy is centered around this year's finals in Las Vegas.

And if we do well there... Better yet, if we win it,