GNCC CAMP COKER 2025

Camp Coker has a special place in my heart. It’s easily one of my favorite stops on the GNCC schedule. There’s just something about the sand, the flow, and the sheer speed of the track that makes it feel like home. The only downside? The 14.5-hour haul to South Carolina. It’s long, it’s brutal, and my back definitely didn’t appreciate it—but once I roll into that property, it always feels worth it.

The weather held up beautifully this year. No rain, just warm sunshine and dry conditions—which, honestly, I’ll always take over a slick mudfest. It made for a fast and dusty race, and the track was prepped just right. I spent the weekend soaking up the South Carolina vibes: catching up with friends, wandering around the pits, and curling up with a good book between motos.

While I was reading, a quote jumped out at me and set the tone for the whole weekend:

“The will to win, the desire to succeed, the urge to reach your full potential…

these are they keys that will unlock the door to personal excellence.” – Confucius

I highlighted it, read it again, and instantly knew—this was the energy I was bringing into Sunday.

I got off to a solid fifth place start. By the halfway point of the first lap, I found a good rhythm and made a move into fourth, then quickly into third. The track felt incredible—fast, flowy, and fun, just like I remembered. But this is GNCC racing, and nothing ever comes easy. Toward the end of the lap, I made a small mistake, and one of the girls behind me capitalized on it. From there, we went bar-to-bar, battling back and forth for the rest of the race. It was intense, gritty, and honestly, such a blast.

The only time I hit the ground was on lap three when another rider and I collided. Luckily, we both bounced back quickly and kept charging. That was my only real mishap of the day, and from there on out, I stayed focused and consistent.

But here’s the thing—what made this race feel different wasn’t just the podium finish (although finishing third felt amazing). It was the mental shift. For the first time in what felt like a long time, I was in it. Fully present. Not worried about anything but racing my dirt bike. No distractions, no overthinking—just pure racing. And that feeling? That’s what I chase every time I line up on the start line.

Camp Coker reminded me of why I love this sport so much. The challenge. The chaos. The calm in the chaos. I left South Carolina feeling proud, recharged, and ready for what’s next.