In the 1800s when the combustion engine was new, if anyone had proposed fixing a motor between two knobbly wheels and using the apparatus to drive up giant earth ramps they would have been taken away as insane. Out of context extreme motorbike shenanigans is plainly a mad, bad and dangerous idea. Ah, the unfortunate Victorian dreamer might have said as the straitjacket was tightened, but wouldn't it be fun! The doctor would have smiled, soothed their fevered brow and administered laudanum with the generosity of a naval surgeon. Insanity and heresy in one era often becomes common sense in years that follow and so it was that the genteel clip-clop of hooves gave way to the ASBO guff of exhaust. In the cough of a fuel injector and the spatter of rainbow-oil placenta Motocross was born.