Month: November 2025

I’m Kayla, and I run a street/strip 2002 Camaro Z28. Small cam, long tubes, a loud exhaust that makes my neighbors sigh. Fun stuff. This spring, I put a set of Bogart Racing Wheels on it. And yes, I’ve actually used them at the track. More than once. (For the deep-dive photo gallery and time-slip screenshots, you can check out my complete write-up right here.)

Here’s how it went—good and bad, with real numbers from my slips.

Why Bogart? Short backstory

My car felt strong, but heavy. The stock wheels looked fine, yet they weighed a ton. I wanted a lighter setup for drag nights. A buddy let me hold his Bogarts in the pits—honestly, it felt like picking up a pizza pan. I laughed. Then I started saving.

I went with 15×3.5 fronts (skinny) and 15×10 rears with beadlocks. Bolt pattern 5×4.75. Backspacing set for my axle. Tires? Mickey Thompson ET Street R, 275/60R15. Classic track setup. If you’re after a DOT-approved tire that skews a bit more toward street duty, the Mickey Thompson ET Street S/S is worth a look.

First fitment dance (and some sweat)

The fronts cleared my brakes with a low-profile spacer. I checked spin by hand. It was smooth. The rears tucked fine after I rolled the fenders last year. I used a torque wrench, blue thread locker on the beadlock bolts, and new lug nuts. I marked the bolts with a paint pen so I could see if anything moved.

It wasn’t hard. It just took patience. And a mild sunburn.

Track night: real runs, real change

Irwindale’s Friday test-and-tune was hot and sticky. I made three shakedown passes. Same tune. Same DA. Same driver. I wasn’t chasing a record. I wanted a clean A/B.

• Before Bogarts (old wheels, same tires):
  60-foot: 1.66
  1/8 mile: 7.82 @ 90 mph

• After Bogarts:
  60-foot: 1.61
  1/8 mile: 7.71 @ 91 mph

That may look small, but it’s real. The car left harder and felt freer up top. The steering got lighter. It didn’t feel twitchy, just quick. I could feel it in my gut and in my grin.

On my fourth pass, I got a tiny shake at half-track. I came back, checked beadlock bolts, and two had nudged loose—not much, but I snugged them. After that, smooth.

The good stuff I felt right away

• They are light. Like, “did I forget a wheel?” light.
• The car spools and revs faster. That punch off the line feels stronger.
• They look mean. Polished lips, simple spokes, all business.
• Brake feel improved a hair. Less mass to slow down.
• I could air down the rears and get a clean hit. Less spin, more bite.

On a side note, my kids said the wheels look “like race cartoons.” I’ll take that as a win.

The annoying bits (because it’s not all roses)

• The finish is fussy. Polished aluminum stains fast. I keep Mother’s Mag and two towels in the trunk.
• You must re-check the beadlock bolts. Not a pain, but it’s a thing. I do it after the first pass and then every few.
• They scratch. Soft metal. One slip with the socket and I said words my grandma wouldn’t like.
• Not a daily wheel. Potholes are the enemy. I don’t run these to work. I swap them at the track or at home.
• Lead time was longer than I hoped. Custom stuff takes time. Mine took a few weeks.
• Center caps fit snug, but I had to tweak one to seat straight.

If you’re curious how a completely different wheel design survives a full season of rough dirt-track work, my recap of running Bassett wheels is over here, dents, scuffs and all.

Street manners vs track manners

On the street, at low speed, the skinnies feel weird at first. It’s fine, but it’s not a canyon carver. This setup is for straight lines and short drives. I wouldn’t road trip on them. I baby every bump and seam.

At the strip, they shine. I could bump into the beams smoother. The car stayed settled. My launches got more repeatable. I didn’t chase the wheel as much.

On the rare weekends I haul the Camaro to Midwest tracks like Cordova, the racing ends well before midnight, and everyone scrambles for something fun to do off-property. If you’re part of the crowd that likes a no-judgment social scene after the last pass, the local nightlife guide at Moline Swingers details meet-ups, clubs, and hotel takeovers in the Quad Cities area so you can turn a plain pit-lane overnight into an adults-only adventure worth bench-racing about later.

Little things that helped me

• I used blue Loctite on the beadlock ring bolts. Not red.
• I re-torqued lugs after the first burnout.
• I marked the valve stems at 12 o’clock and checked if the tire slipped on the rim. It didn’t.
• I store them in soft covers in the garage, not stacked bare.
• A quick wipe with alcohol on the bead seat before mounting helped seal well.

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For more grassroots drag-racing know-how and lightweight wheel insights, swing by PDV Racing and browse their tech lineup before your next test-and-tune.

You know what? Having a small folding stool in the pits saved my back. Silly, but true.

A quick cleaning rant (because someone will ask)

Polished wheels look amazing. For about four minutes. Dirt loves them. I clean with warm water, a bit of dish soap, and then a light pass with Mother’s Mag. Soft towel only. Don’t go wild. Slow circles. If you rush, you’ll haze the lip and hate yourself.

Sometimes I listen to ball games while I polish. It turns into a ritual. Not fast, but kind of nice. When the weather turns ugly and I’m wrench-bound in the garage, I scratch the racing itch on my DIY sim rig—if you’re thinking about building one, here’s what I learned along the way (spoiler: measure twice, weld once).

Who should get these

• Drag racers who want lighter wheels and better launch feel.
• Folks who swap wheels for track days and don’t mind some care.
• Anyone who loves that clean, race-built look.

Who should skip them

• Daily drivers who hit potholes on the regular.
• People who don’t want to maintain polished aluminum.
• Folks who never check torque specs and just “send it.”

Final thoughts after a few months

Bogart Racing Wheels did what I hoped. They took real weight off my Camaro and made it punchier. My 60-foot dropped. My trap ticked up. The car feels lively, and it looks like it means business.

They do need care. They do need checks. If you’re lazy with tools, you’ll get bit. But if you treat them right, they reward you.

I’m keeping mine. I’ll roll them out on cool nights, tape up my numbers, set tire pressure to 16 in the rear, and take a breath at the tree. The light flashes, the car hits, and the wheels just spin true. That feeling? Worth the polish and the paint pen and the sunburn. Every time.

I’m Kayla, and I’m a little dirt track nerd. I like loud engines. I like the smell of methanol. I also like a good seat that doesn’t kill my back. So when my cousin said, “Let’s go watch Jeffrey Oliver run the sprint car,” I grabbed my ear muffs, a hoodie, and some cash for nachos.

You know what? It was a blast. Messy, fast, and kind of sweet.

Quick backstory

I’ve been to a bunch of small tracks. County fair tracks. Short ovals with dust that sneaks in your socks. I’ve watched late models, micros, and 410 sprint cars. I’m not a pro. But I can tell when a driver has guts and heart.

Earlier in the summer, I tagged along with the Bassett Racing team for a handful of shows, soaking up their season of grit and incremental victories—that tale lives here.

That night, we sat low in Turn 1. Bad choice for white shoes. Great choice for action.

The sound and the rush

When the push trucks fired up the sprint cars, it hit me in the chest. These cars don’t purr. They bark. The wings looked like sharp metal birds, and the tires had big Hoosier letters that felt like they were winking at the crowd.

Heat Race 2 rolled out. Jeffrey Oliver’s car had a clean look—white sides, black wing, tidy numbers. (If you want to peek at his stats sheet, DriverDB keeps a handy driver profile that charts his seasons.) I think it was the 7 car, but don’t quote me. He started third. Green flag. He stuck the bottom. Smooth. Calm hands. No wild stuff. He picked off one spot in three laps and finished second. Cool and steady wins some nights.

How Jeffrey drives (in plain words)

• He’s patient on entry. He rolls the car in easy, then picks the throttle up without a jump.
• He doesn’t toss slide jobs just to look cool. When he went for one in the feature, it was set up two turns before. He thought it through.
• He ran the middle when the cushion got choppy. Smart move. The top shelf was fast, but it was also biting folks.

Feature time: he lined up around 8th. Two cautions, one red flag, and a bunch of restarts later, he brought it home 4th. Not a win, but it felt like a win with how the track changed. Slick straightaways, grippy entry in Turn 3, and marbles up high. Tough mix.

I liked that he didn’t panic. Some drivers get “elbows up” in a bad way. He kept pace and picked his spots.

The little gear that saved my night

I always test my own stuff at the track. If it can survive dirt and nacho cheese, it’s a keeper.

• 3M Peltor ear muffs: These saved my ears. Engines still felt fun, just not punishing. Bring these or soft foam plugs. Trust me.
• RaceCeiver scanner: I tuned in to the officials. It helped me follow restarts and cautions. It’s nerdy, but it makes the chaos make sense.
• Cheap bleacher seat pad: Ten bucks at the gate. My back said thanks. My legs said okay, we’ll live.
• Clear safety glasses: Dirt clods fly. Your eyes will cry. Wear glasses. Even cheap ones work.

The crowd and the small stuff

Food? The nachos were salty and hot. The hot dog was warm enough. The line moved. A kid behind me wore a tiny winged sprint car hat. It rocked back and forth when he cheered. I smiled at that more than once.

The buzz in the grandstands reminded me of a recent hands-on track night with Calvert Racing—every lug nut felt like a stopwatch during that session, and you can catch the full story right here.

The track crew was quick with push trucks and cleanups. One stall in Turn 2, one car with a flat right rear. Back to green pretty fast. The flagman had style. Big arm waves. A little flair never hurts.

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What I loved

• Jeffrey’s smooth race craft. No drama. Just smart moves.
• The way he set up passes late in the run. You could see him planning one lap ahead.
• The crowd energy when the field went three-wide off Turn 4. Goosebumps.
• The PA announcer who kept us clued in without yelling “make some noise” every five seconds.

What bugged me a bit

• Dust. Like, chewable dust. Bring a gaiter or a bandana.
• Short merch line for Jeffrey. I wanted a shirt in medium. Gone by the feature. I grabbed a hat instead, which was fine, but still.
• The scoreboard flickered. I kept leaning on my scanner and my own notes.

A quick word on safety and comfort

These cars are wild. They jump, skate, and snap. But I liked how the track handled safety. Quick reds, fast check-ins, and no silly delays. Fans felt safe too. If you’re curious about what keeps both drivers and fans protected, the World of Outlaws lays out its official safety standards in clear detail. Fences looked solid. Lights were bright. Only thing: watch your steps on the gravel. I saw one guy slide and save his popcorn like it was gold.

Tips if you’re going to watch Jeffrey Oliver race

• Sit higher if you don’t want dust. Lower if you want action in your lap.
• Bring ear protection. Every time. No exceptions.
• Get merch early. Sizes go fast when a guy runs well.
• Warm layers. Dirt tracks get cool after sunset, even in summer.
• If you want to learn, stand by the fence during hot laps and just listen. You’ll hear throttle control. That’s where drivers tell you who they are.

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My bottom line

I left with dirt on my teeth and a grin on my face. Jeffrey Oliver didn’t win, but he raced with poise. He picked clean lines. He made passes that stuck. He looked strong on corner exit and didn’t beat up his tires. That says a lot.

The longer, turn-by-turn rundown of this evening is archived on PDV Racing—feel free to dive into the details here.

Would I go watch him again? Yup. Bring the muffs, the hoodie, and maybe two napkins for the nachos. And if you see that little hat kid, tell him I said hi.

I’ve used two kinds on my own cars. The camlock on my track car. And the push-button on my old street/track toy. Same brand, same bright green straps, very different feel.

If you want the step-by-step teardown with extra photos and torque specs, I put the long-form story up on PDV Racing—read it here: I ran a Takata racing harness buckle—here’s how it treated me.

Let me explain.

My cars and my messes

• Track car: a dusty E36 M3 with a Takata Race 6 camlock (six-point). Harness bar, proper mounts, the whole deal.
• Weekend toy I sold last spring: a BRZ with a Takata Drift-style push-button (four-point for fun days and autocross).

I’m not fancy. I wrench in the driveway. I eat gas station snacks. I do tech lines at Buttonwillow and Willow Springs, and I always forget sunscreen. That’s the vibe.

The click that calms me (camlock)

On the camlock, each tongue slides into the round center buckle with a clean click. Shoulders, lap, sub. No guesswork. I tug the belts, and they don’t creep. That calm click before a lap? It’s weirdly soothing.

With gloves on, the big knob is easy to grab. A quick twist and everything pops free at once. I’ve done hot pit stops with shaking hands and sweat in my eyes. The buckle never stuck. Not once.

One time in July, Turn 8 at Willow, the car hit a bump mid-corner. My head moved; my chest didn’t. The buckle held tight and quiet. After the session, the tech guy did a hard yank test. Still quiet. I love quiet hardware.

But dust and heat are real

Buttonwillow throws sand at everything. After three weekends, the camlock felt gritty. Not stuck, just sandy. I rinsed it with warm water, let it dry, and hit it with gentle compressed air. No oil. Oil attracts crud. It went right back to smooth.

Also, summer sun turns any metal part into a frying pan. The buckle gets hot. I now toss a small towel over it when I park. Silly trick, big win.

Push-button vs camlock (I’ve lived both)

• Push-button: Felt natural on the street. Like a normal seat belt. One finger, click out. But with winter gloves, I had to poke around to find the button. And in a five-point sit, the button sometimes pressed on my belly when I leaned forward. Not painful—just annoying.
• Camlock: Better on track. Easy with gloves. Fast egress if I need it fast. Bulky, yes. It can bonk your console. I got a scuff. I didn’t cry, but I did sigh.

Takata’s current Race 4 Snap harness captures that same push-button feel in a fresh FIA-dated package.

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If you mostly daily drive and do the odd autocross, the push-button is simple. If you chase lap times or do real coaching days, the camlock just feels right.

Fit matters more than bragging rights

I messed this up once. My shoulder belts were too flat off the seat. They pulled up on my chest and felt wrong. I fixed the angle down to the harness bar, and the buckle sat where it should. Night and day.

If you can, have a shop check your install. Or at least follow the manual like it’s grandma’s recipe. The official competition instructions PDF is free to download right here. And yes, use the sub strap with the camlock. It keeps the lap belt low. No “slide under” drama.

Wear and tear after seasons

• The green webbing faded a bit in the sun. Still looks cool, just less neon.
• The buckle face got small scratches from the tongues. Normal stuff.
• The action stayed crisp for three seasons. No play. No weird wiggle.
• FIA dates matter. Mine aged out before it wore out. I replaced it because rules are rules.

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A couple things I wish were different

• The camlock is heavy. It can flop around and make a little rattle if it’s not strapped down.
• The push-button wasn’t as glove-friendly for me. Quick, yes. Fumbly with thick gloves, also yes.
• Price. It’s up there. You pay for real motorsport grade gear.

Small care habits that helped

• Keep food, soda, and sunscreen off the belts and buckle. Sticky equals gritty later.
• Rinse dirt with plain water. Let it dry fully. No oils.
• Cover the buckle when parked in the sun.
• Check the tongues for burrs if you drop them. A tiny file can save the buckle face.

Real moments that sold me

• A late spin at Buttonwillow, lap 3. I went off, caught it, breathed. The buckle didn’t move. That still sticks with me.
• One rushed pit exit, I mis-fed a tongue. It wouldn’t latch, which was good. The camlock refused a bad lock. I fixed it, got the solid click, and rolled out.
• A novice ride-along day: student tugged the belts hard out of nerves. Zero slip. We both laughed after.

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Who should get which

• Track rats, HPDE folks, and time attack people: camlock, six-point. You’ll thank yourself.
• Street plus casual events: push-button can work, but please use proper mounting and know your rules.
• Anyone with a harness: check your dates, and check your fit. Comfort isn’t soft; it’s safe.
  For a closer look at current harness options and FIA-dated inventory, browse the catalog at PDV Racing before you pull the trigger.

Quick hits: the good and the gripes

Pros

• Solid, confident clicks
• Fast release under stress
• Stays smooth with simple care
• Feels “race car” without drama

Cons

• Pricey
• Heat on the buckle in summer
• Push-button can be fumbly with gloves
• Camlock weight can scuff trim

My take, plain and simple

I trust the Takata camlock buckle. It’s steady, predictable, and friendly to real track life. The push-button is fine for light duty, but the camlock owns the hot lap feel. If you’re spending real time at the track, get the camlock, set it up right, and baby it a little.

You know what? That clean click before pit out—every time—it still settles my nerves. That’s worth a lot.

Little Fixes That Helped

• If your foot slides, add a strip of fine grip tape to the brake pedal.
• If your shoes smell (it happens), stuff them with dryer sheets. Overnight is enough.
• If the heel rubs, a thin moleskin pad inside the shoe works wonders.

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So, Which One Do I Reach For?

• Most nights, I grab the Piloti Drift. Light, comfy, and honest.
• For league endurance or firm brake nights, I use the OMP KS-3. Less foot pain, steadier laps.
• When I want some flair, or I’m on camera, I wear the Abruzzi. They feel “racey,” just warmer.

You know what? Shoes won’t drive the car for you. But they do help you repeat the same brake point and the same pressure, lap after lap. And that’s where pace shows up.

If you’re stuck, start with Piloti or Puma. If you’re fighting brake pain, move to OMP or Abruzzi. Simple as that.

I didn’t think stripes would change my car this much. Then I put matte black racing stripes on my Mustang. You know what? Even the gas station guy started asking about it. I’m Kayla Sox, and I’ve put stripes on three cars so far. Some were great. Some were… oof. Here’s the real stuff.

If you’re hunting for more inspiration and solid gear recommendations, cruise through the builds and how-tos over at PDV Racing to see what’s possible beyond my own garage experiments.

My cars, my stripes

• 2018 Ford Mustang GT: 3M 2080 matte black “dual” stripes, hood to trunk. DIY.
• 2019 Dodge Challenger Scat Pack: Mopar factory center stripe, dealer install.
• 2006 Mazda Miata: VViViD silver roll, then later Avery Dennison gloss white, both DIY.

I live in a hot area. Summer sun cooks paint. Winter isn’t rough here, but I still get morning frost. So I care about fade and sticky edges.

The Mustang: 3M 2080 and a steady hand

I bought a 3M 2080 matte black kit for the Mustang. It was a pre-cut dual stripe with a gap in the middle. Cost me $189. I did it in my garage on a warm Saturday.

If you want to dig into the specs, finishes, or size options, the official product details for 3M’s 2080 Series are on 3M’s site.

What I used:

• masking tape
• a felt squeegee
• a heat gun (a hair dryer works, but slower)
• a spray bottle with water and a drop of baby shampoo
• rubbing alcohol and a clean towel
• patience (no joke)

I washed the car, wiped it with alcohol, then taped a center line. I “hinged” the stripe with tape, peeled a bit at a time, and pushed out the air with the squeegee. The hood badge made me sweat. I had one small wrinkle near the pony. I kissed it with heat and pressed it flat.
For the full behind-the-scenes story—including every tool, foul word, and coffee break—check out my detailed follow-up on PDV Racing.

Time: about 2 hours for the hood and roof, 40 minutes for the trunk. I took breaks. I drink coffee and get shaky hands. Not ideal.

The look? Mean, but not loud. Matte on magnetic gray paint just works. It made the car look lower and wider. My neighbor, who hates mods, said it looked “clean.” That was a win.

Durability: 18 months in strong sun. No fade. No edge lift except one tiny corner near the hood vent. I warmed it and pressed it down. I hand wash. Touch car washes didn’t peel it, but they did leave faint lines on the matte. I learned fast: no spinning brushes on matte film.

The Challenger: dealer stripe, easy choice… mostly

My Scat Pack came with a Mopar factory center stripe. Dealer added it for $495. It was satin black. Fit was spot-on, and the gap was perfect across the hood scoop. No guesswork for me, which felt nice after the Mustang job.

Two months in, a corner lifted near the heat extractor. Heat from the engine didn’t help. The dealer fixed it under warranty. After two years, the stripe looked a touch lighter than day one, but only when parked next to a fresh piece. I’d call that normal.

Kids at cars and coffee pointed at the stripe first, not the tires. If you’re curious how wheels can grab the spotlight too, my hands-on review of Bogart racing wheels on my Camaro dives into that rabbit hole.

And the stripe helped line up my GoPro on track days. Funny, but true.

The Miata: the cheap roll that taught me a lesson

I tried a $32 roll of VViViD silver on my old Miata. It looked sweet for three months. It also let me learn. I stretched it too much, and it shrank back in the cold. The edges near the nose lifted after the first winter. Tiny cracks showed where I pulled too hard around the bumper curve. I felt bummed, but I also got better.
Playing with smaller racing stickers taught me many of the same lessons in miniature—especially about stretch, edge sealers, and what happens when you rush.

I ripped it off and redid the car with Avery Dennison gloss white. Night and day. Smoother glue. No bubbles. I used knifeless tape for the gaps over the hood curve, and it looked pro. That one lasted a year until I sold the car. Still glossy. No yellowing.

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Does it change how the car feels?

Not the drive, of course. But it changes your mood. The Mustang felt like a track toy, even on a grocery run. The Challenger looked like a poster car. The Miata turned from cute to scrappy. People waved more. Cops noticed more too. Not a ticket magnet, but I drove nicer. Funny how paint lines can nudge your brain.
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Care and cleaning, simple and true

• Hand wash if you can. A soft mitt. Mild soap.
• Bird droppings can stain matte film. Rinse fast. Don’t rub hard.
• I use a light ceramic spray on gloss film. It makes bugs come off. I don’t use it on matte.
• No wax on matte stripes. It gets shiny and weird.
• In summer, park in shade when you can. Heat ages film.

What I messed up (so you don’t)

• I rushed a corner. It lifted later. Warm the film and set it slow.
• I lined up by eye once. Off by a hair looked like a mile. Use tape marks and measure twice.
• I tried to “dry install” a big piece. Bubbles stuck like gum. A little soapy water helps you slide and set.
• I took it through a brush wash. The matte got faint lines. I could see them only at an angle, but I knew. Annoying.

Brands I trust now

• 3M 2080: easy install, good glue, matte looks rich. My Mustang favorite.
• Avery Dennison SW900: super smooth, lays down fast. Great on curves. My Miata loved it.
• Mopar factory kits: clean fit for Dodge, and the dealer will stand by it.

Cheap stuff can work for a fun trial. But real talk: I ended up buying twice. Once cheap, once right.

Cost and time, quick notes

• DIY pre-cut hood/roof/trunk kit: $150–$300
• Dealer or shop install: $350–$800 (depends on body lines and how fancy)
• Tools if you DIY: $20–$50
• Your time: 2–5 hours if you’re careful

If your car has hood vents or sharp body lines, plan more time. Curves slow you down.

Little tricks that helped me

• Work at 70–80°F. Too cold and the film fights you. Too hot and it goes gummy.
• Tape a center line front to back. Start from the middle and push out air.
• Use knifeless tape where you don’t want to cut near paint. It’s magic.
• After install, warm the edges and press them once more. Then let the car sit 24 hours before washing.

So… should you get stripes?

If you want a bolder look without paint, yes. Stripes change the mood with one weekend and not much cash. Get a good brand. Make clean marks. Take your time. If you want zero stress, a shop install is worth it.

I still look back at my Mustang when I park. The stripes did that. Silly? Maybe. But cars are about feeling, too.

If you’ve got questions on a certain car or color, ask me. I’ve made the mistakes, and I’ve got the squeegee calluses to prove it.

Quick outline

• Why I needed the plate
• How I set it up in my truck and trailer
• What happened on real rides
• What I love
• What bugs me
• Tips you’ll thank me for later
• Who it’s great for
• Final take

Why I grabbed this plate in the first place

I ride a KTM 250 SX-F most weekends. Sometimes a Honda CRF250R joins the party. I used the Lock-N-Load Pro already, and I liked how it grabs the foot pegs, not the forks. But switching it between my 2017 Silverado and my 6×12 enclosed trailer was a pain. Bolts out. Bolts in. Repeat. I felt silly doing that dance.
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So I bought the Risk Racing Mounting Plate. The goal was simple: make one clean base in each rig and slide the system on and off fast. Haul Saturday. Home Depot run Sunday. No messy straps. No fork saver. Just click, clamp, go.
For an even deeper dive into the mounting plate itself, check out my full hands-on review of the Risk Racing Lock-N-Load Pro Mounting Plate.

Setup: easy, but measure twice

Let me explain how I set it up.

Truck bed (2017 Silverado, 6.5 ft bed):

• I laid a bed mat down first.
• I set the plate where the rear tire sits in the low grooves. That keeps the bike centered.
• I marked holes with a paint pen.
• I drilled pilot holes, then the full size holes.
• I added a thin bead of silicone under the plate. It helps seal and stops little rattles.
• Hardware went through the bed and into locking nuts. Tight, but not crazy tight.

If you’re more of a tailgate-pad hauler, you can see how the setup compares to a pad-only solution in my Fox Racing Tailgate Pad field test.

Enclosed trailer (6×12):

• I lined the plate up with the center line of the trailer.
• I checked door clearance with the bars and pegs. Wiggle room matters.
• I used the floor cross-members when I could. Stronger that way.
• Same deal: pilot holes, sealant, tighten, done.

First plate took me about 40 minutes, mostly measuring and fussing. Second plate took 20. You know what? A tape measure is your best friend here.

Visual learners, listen up: before I ever drilled the first hole I spent a few minutes watching unfiltered, phone-shot clips from other DIY haulers to see exactly how their setups “snap” together. If that kind of raw, amateur footage helps you too, you’ll appreciate this collection of snap-amateur clips. Beyond the entertainment value, the quick overhead and side-angle shots can spark ideas for camera placement when you film your own installs or share progress with riding buddies.

Real rides, real bumps

I tried it three ways:

• Local track day: two bikes, back-to-back motos. I clamped the KTM and a YZ450F in the trailer. No straps. No bar rub. We hit a washboard gravel road and a sharp turn. The bikes didn’t budge. Not even a hair.

• Mountain trail weekend: long highway run, rain on the way back. I checked bolts after 200 miles. Still tight. The finish on the plate looked the same. No flaking. I did wipe off mud stuck in the plate slots. Small thing.

• Quick solo after work: truck only. I slid the Lock-N-Load Pro onto the bed plate, pinned it, clamped the bike, and left in under two minutes. That part felt sweet. Like a pit crew, but just me in a hoodie.

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What I love

• Fast swap: I keep one plate in the trailer and one in the truck. The Pro slides on and off each plate in seconds. No more full re-install.
• Solid hold: Less fork stress. My seals say thank you.
• Clean bed: When I remove the Pro unit, the plate sits low. I can still haul wood and mulch. The rake doesn’t catch on anything if I slide it in sideways.
• Adjustments are simple: I’ve clamped a KTM 250 SX-F and a Honda CRF250R on the same setup with tiny tweaks. No drama.
• Quiet: No squeaks or clangs once it’s snug. The silicone trick helps.

What bugged me (a little)

• You’re drilling: That’s normal for trailer floors, but your truck bed may make you think twice. I was fine with it. Still, it’s a choice.
• Dirt collects: Mud and sand sit in the plate slots. A quick hose blast fixes it, but yeah, it builds up.
• Toe tap hazard: With the Pro unit off, the plate sits low, but I still caught my boot once. Not a big deal; I learned.
• Price: It’s not cheap. Not wild, but not a bargain bin thing either. The time saved made it worth it for me.

Tips I wish I knew on day one

• Dry fit first. Sit the bike where you want it, then mark the plate holes.
• Use a small bead of silicone under the plate and around holes. Keeps water and dust out.
• If your bed is thin, add washers under the nuts. Spreads the load.
• Bring a 13 mm and a 10 mm wrench (or whatever your hardware needs) and a torque wrench. Snug, not gorilla tight.
• Re-check after your first drive. Mine didn’t move, but it’s good practice.
• If you use E-track too, leave room so the plate and E-track don’t fight for space.
• Off the bike, if you enjoy building your own rigs, you’ll probably dig the sim racing cockpit I put together; the planning mindset is exactly the same.

Who it’s perfect for

• Weekend riders who switch between truck and trailer.
• Folks who hate straps slapping the paint or crushing the bars.
• Families hauling two bikes with different peg heights.
• Anyone who wants a clean bed during the week and ride-ready gear on the weekend.

A tiny contradiction I’ll own

I said drilling the bed is fine. Then I worried about it. Both things can be true. I didn’t love making holes, but I do love the speed and the hold. After a few trips, I forgot about the holes and smiled at the time I got back.

Final take

The Risk Racing Lock-N-Load Pro Mounting Plate solved a real headache for me. It made my setup fast, neat, and strong. It’s not perfect—mud collects, and drilling is a thing—but the trade-offs feel fair. If you want quick swaps and less fuss, this plate earns its spot.

Would I buy it again? Yep. I did, actually—I own two. One in the trailer, one in the truck. Done and done.

—Kayla Sox

I’ve hauled this jug in the back of my truck, on dusty track days and on lazy mower days at home. It’s not pretty gear. It’s tool gear. And you know what? It works hard. If you’re curious about every scratch and triumph this jug has seen, I laid it all out in my full VP Racing fuel jug review. With its high-density polyethylene construction, ergonomic dual handles, and three-year warranty against cracks, the VP Racing Fuel Jug is built for exactly this kind of abuse.

What I use it for

• Filling my kid’s CRF125F at the dirt lot off County Road 14.
• My own kart on club days. Quick pit stops matter when you’re sweaty and a little rattled.
• Yard stuff too. The mower, the trimmer, the leaf blower.
• A storm once knocked our power out. I used this jug to top off our small generator, in the rain, with a headlamp on. That night sold me.

I bought the 5-gallon jug in bright red. I added the VP hose kit with the shutoff valve—bought separate, which felt a little silly, but it helps a ton. If you need to pick up the jug or hose kit, you can snag both quickly at PDV Racing, which usually keeps them in stock. I even compared how this container stacks up against a few other popular fuel jugs in this side-by-side test.

The good stuff

Here’s the thing. Some jugs slosh and wobble. This one stands firm.

• Two handles: one on top, one on the side. I can control the pour with one hand and steady it with the other. My hands are small, and I still get a good grip.
• It pours fast. With the vent open and the hose valve down, 5 gallons took about 90 seconds into my Honda EU2200i. That’s quick enough that I watch the tank, not the clouds.
• Thick plastic. It doesn’t cave when you squeeze, even on hot days in July. Mine rides in my truck bed and hasn’t warped.
• Clear marks in gallons and liters. I mix 40:1 for the trimmer and write “MIX” on masking tape. No guesswork.
• Square base. Doesn’t tip easy. I’ve had flimsy cans fall like a toddler. This one minds its manners.

I also like the color choices. Silly detail, but I match: red for pump gas, orange for premix. Fast glance, no mistakes.

The gripes (’cause there are a few)

I won’t sugarcoat it.

• The hose kit is extra. Without it, you’ll need a funnel or a very steady arm. Not ideal.
• The small vent cap is easy to lose. First week, mine rolled under the tool bench. I tied a short bit of safety wire so it stays put.
• If you cross-thread the main cap, it can seep a little. Hand-tight, then a tiny snug—no gorilla moves—and it seals fine.
• It’s heavy when full. Five gallons is five gallons. Plan your lift. I set the jug on a milk crate beside the tank so I’m not deadlifting it.
• Some states treat this as a “motorsport container,” not a street-legal gas can. I don’t store it in the car cabin. Truck bed only, and I keep it upright.

While we're on the legal/usage front, it’s worth noting that the jug is officially marketed as a utility container for non-fuel liquids like recyclable automotive fluids or feed attractants, not for gasoline transport, a point underscored in the Speedway Motors listing.

One more tiny thing: new gasket smell. It fades, but the first week, my gloves smelled like the pit lane.

Real-world runs

• Dirt bikes, Saturday morning: Filled two small tanks and my spare can. No spills. My timer showed 3 minutes start to finish.
• Kart night in Denton: Fast splash during heats. The shutoff valve didn’t stick, even with shaky hands.
• Yard day: Measured out 1 gallon for 40:1 mix. Lines were easy to read, even in shade.
• Storm week: Topped the generator twice. The jug emptied smooth, no burps. I could do it by headlamp without making a mess.

Funny part? I thought the wide mouth would dribble. It didn’t—once I learned to crack the vent right as I tip.

Tips that saved me

• Mark the jug with tape: “93 PUMP,” “MIX 40:1,” or “E85.” Keep it simple and big.
• Don’t over-tighten the small vent. Snug is enough. Saves the threads.
• Store it out of direct sun if you can. Mine lives in the shed on a little pallet.
• If you switch fuel types, rinse the hose with a splash of fresh gas and drain it. Keeps odd smells and mix-ups away.
• Keep a rag rubber-banded to the handle. Quick wipe, no mess.

Who it suits

• Track folks who need fast, controlled pours. If you haul bikes, locking them down with the Risk Racing Lock-N-Load Pro mounting plate keeps everything secure while the jug rides beside them.
• Yard people who are tired of “safety” no-spill spouts that…spill.
• Boat and generator owners who want a tough container that won’t tip.

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Who should pass? If you live in an apartment with no safe place to store fuel, or you want a cheap can for rare use—this might be overkill.

Small nit, big gain

I didn’t love buying the hose kit separate. But once I used it, I got it. The flow is clean and quick. That small valve feels like magic when your arms are tired.

My verdict

It’s not perfect. It’s close. The VP Racing fuel jug is sturdy, fast, and easy to handle. It made my messy jobs feel neat. I’d buy it again—honestly, I already bought a second one for premix.

Score: 4.5 out of 5. If VP tossed the hose kit in the box and made the vent cap bigger, we’d be talking a straight 5.

I wanted speed without traffic. So I took my brother to K1 Speed in Torrance for his birthday. Just a Tuesday night, around 6:30. No big plan, just a need for laps and laughs.

You know what? It scratched the itch.

For official details—hours, current pricing, even corporate-event info—check out K1 Speed’s Torrance location page.

Check-In Was Smooth(ish)

We signed waivers on a tablet. Quick, but not instant. I paid a small membership fee at the desk. They handed us head socks and pointed at helmets by size. If you're wondering what kind of lid to bring or buy, skim through my go-kart helmet story—what I wear and what I learned before you suit up. The staff walked us through flags: green means go, blue means let a faster driver pass, black means cool it, no bumping. Simple enough. We were taking advantage of K1 Speed’s Arrive & Drive option, which meant no reservation hassles—just show up, register, and line up for heats.

The wait? About 25 minutes for our first race. Not bad for after work. We grabbed a soda, watched a heat, and talked race lines like we knew what we were doing.

The Karts Feel Zippy

They’re electric, so no gas smell. Just a hum and a little tire squeal. The torque hits fast. The staff said they can go pretty quick (people say up to around 45 mph), but indoors it’s more about jump and grip. Still, my helmet shook a bit on the short straight. I grinned like a kid.

Seat and pedals were adjustable. I’m 5’6”, and it fit fine. My brother’s a bit taller, and he got comfy too. My kart pulled right for one lap, then settled. Not perfect, but fine.

Track Vibe: Tight, Twist, Repeat

This track has a rhythm. A short straight. A chicane that rewards clean hands. Two tight hairpins. Then a sweeper where you breathe and set the next turn. If you like lines, it’s fun.

I worked a late apex in the hairpins (apex = the tightest part of the turn). Brake straight, turn once, and get back on throttle early. If you yank the wheel, the kart chatters. Gentle wins here.

First race, my best lap was 27.9 seconds. My average sat at 28.6. I felt clumsy. I also kept death-gripping the wheel. Bad habit.

Second race, the marshal bumped my speed one level because I kept it clean. I focused on smooth hands and short braking. Best lap dropped to 26.3. That felt sweet. Not elite, but proud.

Staff Kept Us Safe And Moving

They were quick on black flags when a guy got too racy in turn one. Another kid spun and hit a barrier; a marshal jogged out and reset it in seconds. No drama. They also slowed a few karts by remote when bumps got silly. It kept the heat fair.

One small hiccup: my brother’s kart felt sluggish. We asked for a swap next race. They said sure, and the next one pulled harder off the line. If your kart feels off, speak up. They listen.

People And Atmosphere

It’s a mix. Families, first-timers, and a few try-hard folks with gloves and neck braces. Music thumps but you can still chat. Big boards show lap times, which is great and also brutal. Seeing your name in fourth stings a bit.

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Side note: my niece had her party here last summer. Junior karts are for kids who are at least 48 inches tall. They put medals on the kids and did a podium photo. She still talks about it.

What I Paid (Ballpark)

We did two adult races each and the membership. The price per race was around thirty bucks. The three-race bundles save a bit. I’ve seen weekday specials on their site before, so check that. Weekends cost time, not money—waits can hit an hour or more. I once came on a Saturday afternoon and waited about 90 minutes between heats. Learned my lesson.

Tips I Wish I Had

• Wear closed-toe shoes and thin socks
• Bring light gloves if your hands blister easy
• Tie long hair tight under the head sock
• Relax your arms; don’t wrestle the wheel
• Brake straight, turn once, and roll on throttle
• Ask for a kart swap if yours feels weak
• Go early on weeknights to skip long waits
• Drink water; two back-to-back heats can gas you
• Thinking about owning a kart instead of renting? See what I discovered when I shopped racing karts and actually drove them — it’ll save you time and cash.

Want a deeper dive into kart setup, braking points, and racing lines? Check out the free guides over at PDV Racing before you hit the track.

Little Gripes

• Some karts feel uneven. Not broken, just slower.
• The wait list can creep, fast, if parties show up.
• Helmets are clean, but warm. Bring your own if you have one.
• The air gets toasty in summer, but it’s fine with a drink.

Would I Go Back?

Yep. It’s fun, fast enough, and safe. Great for F1 fever nights or a rainy day. I left with tired arms, rubber on my shoes, and two prints of my lap times. That’s a win in my book.

Score: 4.5 out of 5. I’ll chase that 25-second lap next time. Want to join? I’ll try not to punt you in turn two. Promise.

Ever cheer for a plastic pony? You will. I did. I’ve played this horse racing dice game at a Derby party, at my mom’s kitchen table, and even on a quiet Tuesday date night. Same two dice. Same little horses. Whole different mood each time.

You know what? It surprised me. It’s simple. It’s loud. It’s silly. And it works.

What’s Actually in the Set I Used

I own a felt “Derby Day” style set with:

• A green mat marked 2 through 12
• Two chunky dice
• Tiny plastic horses
• A basic odds chart printed on the mat
• A handful of plastic chips

I’ve also played the fancy wooden “Across the Board” version at my neighbor’s place. That one has a wood track and metal horses. Looks great on a coffee table. Costs a lot more. I’ll explain the difference later.

How We Play (Real Easy Rules)

• Each horse is a number from 2 to 12.
• Before the race, we place bets with chips (or candy, or coins).
• Roll two dice. Add them up. Move that horse one space.
• First horse to the finish line wins.
• The bank pays out using the odds on the mat. Long shots (like 2 or 12) pay more.

That’s it. We sometimes add house rules so 7 isn’t too strong. For one game, we made 7 move only on doubles. Another night, we let 12 move two spaces. It kept things spicy without making folks grumpy.

Real Nights, Real Races

Derby Party Chaos (8 adults, $5 buy-in)

We had big hats, mint juleps, and way too much cheese dip. We used quarters to bet. One race lasted about 12 minutes, with lots of yelling. The 7 kept showing up early. People groaned. I hit an 11 for a “long shot” and won $8 from a $2 bet. Felt like a TV call for a second. My friend Dani missed a 3 four times in a row and started calling the dice “liars.” We played five races. The little 2 horse won once, and the room actually went quiet first, then boom—screams.

True story: my dog, Olive, tried to steal the 10 horse. She thought it was a snack. We saved it. Barely.

Family Sunday (kids, candy bets)

We swapped cash for Skittles so the kids could play. My niece Lucy, who’s nine, yelled “snake eyes!” each roll. When the 2 hit, she clapped so hard she dropped her candy. We kept the odds simple: 2 paid five candies, 3 paid four, and so on. They did the math fast, which made my teacher brain happy. Only downside? The plastic horses tip easy. One bumped elbow and you’re re-setting the whole line.

Date Night (2 players, low stakes)

It’s fine with two people, but it shines with more. We made it fun by each “drafting” three horses and splitting the rest. Loser washed dishes. I lost. The 5 took off like it had wings. Quick games, lots of teasing, then we watched highlights from old Derbies. Cozy and light.

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What I Love (and Why)

• Easy to learn in one minute
• Fast rounds; you can fit a race between pizza slices
• Great table talk; cheering feels natural
• Works for kids with candy or tickets
• Teaches a bit of odds without a lecture
• Packs small; toss it in a tote

And the dice sound nice on wood. That little clack? It’s part of the magic.

What Bugged Me (But Didn’t Break It)

• Some sets have flimsy horses that tip
• The felt mat can curl at the edges
• If you don’t balance the 7, it can run away with it
• Chips are cheap and light; we swapped in poker chips
• Storage is meh; I use a zip bag
• If folks bet cash, set limits so it stays friendly

Curious how the buzz of dice compares to the whirl of a historical horse-racing machine? I tried one in Louisiana and wrote about the whole scene right here.

Tiny pieces are a thing. If you’ve got toddlers, keep an eye out. We all know how that goes.

Felt Set vs. Fancy Wood

I own the felt set. It’s budget friendly and easy to pack. It’s great for parties, game night, and classrooms.

The wooden “Across the Board” set I tried at my neighbor’s house is lovely. The horses are metal. The board feels heirloom. Rolls feel smoother. It’s pricey, but it’s a showpiece. If you host often, it’s a flex. If you just want laughs, the felt set is enough.

Board-game historians might point you toward vintage classics like Totopoly, but that one takes a couple of hours and far more rules—this dice race is the speedy cousin.

For even more horse-racing inspiration (and some gorgeous real-track photos), take a quick spin through PDV Racing before your next game.

Who Will Like This

• Families with kids 7 and up
• Party hosts (Derby day is perfect)
• Bars or tailgates with a big table
• Teachers who want a quick probability lesson
• People who enjoy Yahtzee, LCR, or Farkle

Need a cheat-sheet for how often each dice total shows up? This quick two-page probability chart breaks down the odds.

If you want deep strategy, this isn’t that. It’s luck and laughs, with little bursts of math.

Little Moments That Stuck With Me

• My uncle whispered to the 9 horse like it could hear him. It won. He swears it worked.
• The “$2 on 12!” call turned into a chant. It hit once. The room exploded.
• We used my phone to play a starting bell. Did it help? No. Did we grin? Yup.
• Mint syrup made the mat sticky. Wiped clean with a damp cloth. Still, note to self: coasters.

Following real owners and their stables can add fresh context to the tabletop thrills—like the season I spent shadowing John Stewart, which you can read about in this diary.

Quick Tips That Help

• Put a cloth under the mat so it doesn’t slide
• Use real poker chips; feel matters
• Keep a small whiteboard for bets and wins
• House rule ideas:
  • 7 moves only on doubles
  • 12 moves two spaces
  • Roll doubles, roll again
• Keep the bank small. It stays fun and friendly.

Final Call

This game is simple joy. It brings noise and smiles fast. It can teach kids odds without a worksheet. It turns grown-ups into race callers. And it fits in a tote bag.

My score:

• As a party game: 4.5 out of 5
• As a two-player night: 3 out of 5
• As a family pick with candy bets: solid 4 out of 5

Would I bring it to the next Derby party? Oh yes. I’m already picking a lucky horse. And I’m hiding the 10 from Olive this time.

I walked in for “just a peek,” and stayed an hour. Funny how that happens when you love tiny fast things.

I grew up around cars. My dad kept sockets in old coffee cans. Now I tinker with small stuff—slot cars and RC. So when a friend said, “Go check World of Racing in Tustin,” I went. You can scope out their full lineup on the official site at World of Racing before you head over. I brought my nephew too, because he’s eight and thinks every car needs flames.

First look, and that shop smell

The place is small, but it hits you with that good shop smell—rubber, a bit of oil, new plastic. Pegs on the walls. Glass cases with bodies and motors. A little counter track up front where kids were testing cars. It felt busy, but not loud. Like a garage on a good day.

The guy at the counter greeted us without the pushy vibe. He let my nephew hold a controller while I poked around. You know what? I liked that. It felt easy.

What I actually did there

• I grabbed a pair of soft rear tires for my 1/32 slot car.
• Picked up a tiny bottle of oil and a spare guide flag.
• Asked about a pinion gear for my old RC buggy. The clerk pulled two sizes and explained the trade-offs in plain terms. No sales pitch. Just help.

He even showed me a quick way to seat the tires without making a glue mess. Then he checked my braid and said, “You’re running it too flat.” He fluffed it up and we tested on the demo track. It hooked better right away. My nephew yelled, “It’s faster now!” which, okay, sold me.

We didn’t break the bank, but it wasn’t bargain-basement either. Prices were a bit higher than online. But I paid for the help, and that felt fair.
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The good stuff

• Real help, not just “aisle three.” The staff speaks “car” and “kid” at the same time.
• Mix of slot car parts, RC bits, and some die-cast that made my nephew stare.
• Hands-on testing. A small track you can actually use for a quick check.
• Family vibes. A dad and teen were tuning a car in the corner. It felt like a club without the weird rules.

What bugged me a little

• Aisles are tight. If two folks are hunched over parts, you’re doing the side shuffle.
• Parking near the front was a mess when we arrived. We looped once and found a spot by a tree.
• Stock isn’t endless. They had my tire size, but not my first-choice gear pitch. No big deal, but call ahead if you’re picky.

A small digression (that still fits)

I carry a tiny screwdriver in my purse—just a habit now. I felt right at home when the clerk pulled his own beat-up driver and did a quick tweak for me. Moments like that are why I still shop local. You can’t get that from a cart page.

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Tips if you go

• Bring your old part if you need a match. Pictures help, but the real thing is better.
• Go earlier on weekends. It gets cozy.
• If you’re new, ask them to check your braid or your gear mesh. It’s a small tweak, big change.
• And if indoor karting is more your vibe, see how my session at K1 Speed went—spoiler: lots of rubber and grins.
• Planning to push harder on the big tracks? Don’t skimp on headgear; here’s the story of the helmet I trust and why.
• Hate waiting? Book your slot in advance through their online booking portal.

So, should you go?

If you’re in Tustin and you mess with slot cars or RC—even a little—yes. It’s a good stop. Not perfect. But warm, helpful, and real. I left with better tires, a cleaner setup, and one very happy kid who now wants “the blue car with stripes.” Same, buddy. Same.

Would I go back? I already did. I ran out of oil.