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- Eric "GoGo" Gulbransen Profile Page -

My full name is Eric Gulbransen, but most just call me GoGo.
I've been racing motorcycles since I was about six years old. That might sound familiar coming from a California racer. Only one problem, I'm not from California. I'm from NY. And when I say I started racing at six, what I really mean is I started dreaming about racing at six. Truth be told my father threatened my life with the following phrases when I was a kid "If I ever catch you on anything with two wheels and a motor I will fry, your, ass...." So in reality I didn't get my start at sixteen either - never mind six. I had to wait until my parents divorced and rules loosened up in the world before I got my chance. Thankfully one day I finally did. In three years time I made it to my first race weekend. That was 1988. Long time ago, right? Not so long to me actually. I still feel like I'm hovering somewhere around twelve years old.

If you put your heart into something, chances are you'll get a lot out of it.
All you have to do is really try - and that's what I've done in racing. It took me a few years to get up the confidence to lead a race all on my own, but I finally did in 1991. Once I broke that checkered flag first, there was no turning back. And to this day, I never have let up. I've won my share of races, and then some I guess. But oddly enough, the wins come with more enthusiasm over time - instead of less. Perhaps I've got this whole deal backwards?

I wrenched for Jimmy Adamo for a few years and I learned a lot about racing. He was my hero. I got my first look at him in a poster some kids were passing around in my high school. His Ducati at full lean, duct tape all over his knees.. I could almost hear the bike - even though I had never seen a racetrack in person. The two of us eventually did meet, once I was already racing on my own. We were from the same town so it was inevitable I guess. We went to plenty of AMA races together, as did a few other kids from town. I guess Jimmy got a little desperate once he and Reno Leoni parted ways. Jimmy didn't have a licence back then either, so getting from track to track was a bit of a bear for him. He was the epitomy of a racer. Nothing else mattered except the next round - and he always made it there in time for the flags to drop...

The day he died at Daytona was the day I decided to either throw racing away, or commit myself to doing it better. That was 1993. It's 2007 now and I can still feel the phone call that told me he was gone. His wreck was avoidable. It was mechanical. And it was unnecessary. But it did teach me back then to always watch my own back.

Jimmy Adamo - 1992 AMA Superbike race at New Hampshire Internationsl Speedway

I turned expert in 1993, but I didn't start winning expert races until some time in 1996. Those guys were tough to beat - guys like Gerald Rothman, Mark Smith, Dave Sadowski, Jeff Hino, Richie Alexander and Eric Wood really dominated back then. Richie is part of the Jordan AMA effort now, and Eric was an AMA superstock racer up until last year. Gerald went on to business, Mark got hurt, Sadowski is, well, Sadowski, and I think Jeff had a few run-ins with the authorities. As for me, I'm still at it. And if I'm not mistaken I believe I'm faster than I've ever been.

I also write now, and I can even take a decent photograph (sometimes). I've won my share of championships by now as well. The last one came last October. I began winning championships when I began racing Ducati superbikes. I don't know what it was.. Maybe the sound did it to me. Those damned things bring out the animal in me. I've raced them exclusively since 1998. Together we've won about nine championships between the east cost and west. For the last two years I've written about those wins. The losses too. In fact I've written about the crashes, the wheelies, the screw-ups and the triumphs. They're all here, in the stories section, and I plan on sharing more in the future...

I broke my back and a bunch of other stuff in a real bad wreck against a wall at New Hampshire International Speedway in 1999. That sparked a bit of a quiet time in racing for me. Probably because I could barely walk... Some thought that year would be it for me. But it wasn't, was it. Today we're in a bit of a quiet time as well. It wasn't an injury this time though. What got me this year was my ability to see an avoidable injury which was about to rear it's ugly head. Thankfully I saw it coming with time enough, and luck enough, to avoid it - which I very effectively did. But there's one problem now. My avoiding the problem got me benched.

But, I'm benched healthy. And I'm benched hungry. This won't last long, so stick around if you like. I promise it'll be fun...

GoGo .