Kurt was beyond a doubt one of the greatest riders to throw his leg over the seat of a bike. I have seen him in action for years and his style and skill has grown each year, every National I worked it would be a race from one point to another to watch him and the other pro's come through. My best memory was on Emerson Dry Lake bed, Kurt hit that lake pinned and passed us at over a 100 mph headed south to the berm and hillclimb back South. Fully tucked to the tank, on the rev limiter, he just sticks his arm out with a thumbs ups.
I was out early on Friday morning when he came through to San Felipe, we were out in a remote area and he was right there within 20 feet of the 1X Honda charging the whoops and waiting, both of them using each others light to push to daylight.
But what I will always remember most was the great person, taking time for anyone to talk, take a pic or sign a item. Coming out to a race a day early to shake the hands and talk to the youth racers during the kids event. He lived close and could of came in the AM but loved the lifestyle of D-37 and growing up in it.
And those goofy shoes.
