and personality – across all forms of athletics – than ANY championship title he may have earned on a motorcycle.

Oh, and just an FYI…he wasn’t a big partier, didn’t use illegal drugs and didn’t use any kind of

AND…he never went to a training facility, never had a manager, an agent…or even a trainer.

sport enhancing drugs or "supplements"…just old fashioned hard work, a balanced diet and disciplined training.

The Hurricane gathered strength through his fans. They helped sustain him through a never-ending onslaught of injuries. And ultimately, they helped transform him into a champion.

To this day, Bob receives fan letters and emails from all over the world, thanking him for the journey they’d traveled together years ago. He’s able to read them all, but there’s no way he can respond to each and every one of them. Letters range from a man struggling with his 6th grade education…all the way to a NASA astronaut inviting him to his first launch. Bob appreciates them all – doesn’t
matter. They just want to tell him how one day long ago, he inspired
them to reach for their dreams – and they did.
But over the last few years, there’s been a constant drumbeat throughout the letters. First, they want to know, "What the heck has happened to our sport?!"…and second, "Where can I find Hannah Racing Products?"  So you know what…a crazy idea popped into my head!!

Let me just say this about our sport…
and then I’ll leave it to the experts
or sudo-experts, to figure it out. Can
you believe a desert rat, California kid, from a blue collar, low-income household, with hardly a nickel in his pocket – armed only with a high school diploma and a dream – was signed to a full factory ride? He forged on through HARD WORK – not natural talent – to become one of the greatest motorcycle racers in the world.