FEATURE
P54
Lette
Fr
Ca
COLIN EDWARDS' TEXAS TORNADO BOOT CAMP
Kicking the owner's
butt: Colin Edwards
tries to find a
way around me.
Okay, he wasn't or
he would have. He
was videoing me
during Superpole.
BY PAUL CARRUTHERS
PHOTOGRAPHY BY JIM PRESS
D
ear Mom and Dad:
Things are going great
here at the Colin Edwards
Texas Tornado Boot Camp you
guys sent me to. So much better than another week in the Poconos. Wearing my motocross
boots instead of those silly Top
Siders totally rules and there's
not one girl here named Muffy.
Loving life.
I got checked in a few days
ago and the people here are really nice. They don't have camp
counselors like those other
camps you've sent me to. They
have instructors. One of them
smokes cigarettes, but he's really cool and he sure knows how
to ride a motorcycle. His name
is Joe Prussiano and he's kinda
taken me under his wing. Some
of the other instructors chew tobacco and I'm thinking of trying
it at some point because you get
to spit, but I probably won't tell
you if I do.
Just to let you know right up
front: Your money is being well
spent because I'm not in a stupid tent or some dumb cabin. I'm
living large in this big old ranch
house. They even put me in the
VIP suite and my roommate is a
big Danish guy named Henrik
Larsen. He lives in New Orleans
now and he's a regular at the Edwards Camp. He says he's pretty
fast so I can't wait to give him a
