I wrote a book that might interest readers of this group. I am sorry in advance if this is not ok to share here.
If anyone is interested in an early read before publication, I would be happy to share it.
The Last Pursang
For the men who rode them — and the ones who still remember.
Northern Minnesota, 1973.
Wade Cross has spent eleven years racing AMA District 23 on a Bultaco Pursang — winning not with speed, but with knowledge. He knows the machine the way a man learns anything that matters: through time, repetition, attention. Through his hands.
He reads the track. Finds the line nobody else sees. Does more with less — and wins.
But the sport is changing.
A twenty-one-year-old named Bryan Cole arrives on a factory Yamaha YZ250 — faster, sharper, backed by a program built for what motocross is becoming. The future has arrived in white plastic and clean edges.
Wade knows what that means.
He knows this is the last season the Pursang can win.
He races anyway.
Set across a full District 23 season — from spring mud to late-summer dust — The Last Pursang follows eight rounds of racing through Minnesota and Wisconsin: county fair tracks, pine forest circuits, small towns that fill up on race day and empty out just as fast.
It is a novel about what a man builds over eleven years of doing one thing completely — and what it costs when the season finally ends.
About the difference between knowing a machine and being replaced by one.
About the kind of knowledge that lives only in the hands — and what happens when the hands can no longer do the work.
If anyone is interested in an early read before publication, I would be happy to share it.
The Last Pursang
For the men who rode them — and the ones who still remember.
Northern Minnesota, 1973.
Wade Cross has spent eleven years racing AMA District 23 on a Bultaco Pursang — winning not with speed, but with knowledge. He knows the machine the way a man learns anything that matters: through time, repetition, attention. Through his hands.
He reads the track. Finds the line nobody else sees. Does more with less — and wins.
But the sport is changing.
A twenty-one-year-old named Bryan Cole arrives on a factory Yamaha YZ250 — faster, sharper, backed by a program built for what motocross is becoming. The future has arrived in white plastic and clean edges.
Wade knows what that means.
He knows this is the last season the Pursang can win.
He races anyway.
Set across a full District 23 season — from spring mud to late-summer dust — The Last Pursang follows eight rounds of racing through Minnesota and Wisconsin: county fair tracks, pine forest circuits, small towns that fill up on race day and empty out just as fast.
It is a novel about what a man builds over eleven years of doing one thing completely — and what it costs when the season finally ends.
About the difference between knowing a machine and being replaced by one.
About the kind of knowledge that lives only in the hands — and what happens when the hands can no longer do the work.
For anyone who has ever known something that way.