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Memories

Moates Remembered by Eric Johnson, posted on RacerXill.com

Racerhead by Davey Coombs

Marty Moates, 1956-2006 posted on MxiMag.com

Marty Moates: Memories from Rick Johnson

Greatest Day Ever: Bill Center
Union-Tribune Newspaper

On Any Given Sunday: The 1980 500cc USGP by Eric Johnson

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(The first two letters are from Marty's Daughters, Nicole and Jessica).
I was raised on the dusty dirty tracks of the MX world. While I have never quite grown out of those tom-boy ways and the smell of exhaust and beer still reminds me of my dad, I honestly think I'm better for it. My dad instilled in me a sense of belonging to something larger, all racers were his brothers and all fans were his friends. Because of his passion and dedication I have led my life the same way, doing things I never thought possible with the ease of the ordinary. My dad was a wonderful father, a devoted husband, and an amazing man, I can't thank the Lord enough for blessing me with him for the last 21 years.
While this loss is deeper than any I have ever felt, I see it as one more lesson from my continuously creative father. I'll get through this, be tougher still than I thought imaginable, and be ever vigilant of the fact that I am a Moates, the female version of my father as I'm told, and will live my life accordingly.
I would also like to thank everyone that came to support my dad and my family in the past as well as through this hard time. We've honesly been touched by your generousity and love and we've come to expect nothing less from the wonderful friends of my father.
We'll miss you Daddy.
Nicole Moates (or Kid to my dad)

Happiness
Happiness depends on what happens in us, not what happens to us.
Happiness depends on what we are, not what we have.
Happiness is not given to us. It is something that we create in ourselves and in others.
To be happy, we must give ourselves, forgive others and live with thanksgiving.
Happiness is an art.
My dad Marty Moates lived the art of happiness everyday of his live. He was an unbelievable man, lived an unbelievable life and had to go out of this world in an unbelievable way or it just wouldn't be my dad. It is ok to be mad at him, but just remember that he would have forgiven you so please forgive him too. My dad has no idea how much he will be missed. I love you daddy.
Jessica Moates

As I sit her in disbelief and in tears and for anyone that new Marty as I did is crying also of such a loss. Our travels as kids, a van filled with bikes and gear, nothing but the world of adventures that laid ahead for us to learn and laugh about for years to come, to tell our young ones and friends of the adventures we experienced. Seeing your eyes and smile light up when you bought your first bike from me is something that will never leave my mind. M & M racing the against the cars down Mission George Rd, going to jail in Arizona for speeding down the freeway nude and no drivers license ( we were too young to have one, we were going to the Winter Nationals Florida) and the countess others that I will keep to myself. Life is sometimes too Freaking short, you my friend were cheated short.
Marty Tripes

I saw Marty race an Ossa in St. Petetersburg Florida in the late 70's. I walked the track after the race and it was so rough I actually questioned if I would ever be any good. I didn't know him that well at the time, but he had that Rex Staten tough as nails ora. Since tracks are smoother and the bikes are better and the races are shorter now, you can imagine the impact Marty and company had on me back then. But you know...I knew Marty AFTER his career and he always went out of his way to see how I was doing and treated my whole family with respect. He also got me a job at No Fear! He did as much or more after his MX career and that's what I will remember. However, I'll never forget talking to somebody on the phone in 1980 going, No not the support class, who won the 500 class? He shocked everyone that day except the ones who knew him best. I'm glad I finally got to know him.
David Bailey

He was one of my favorite people in racing and always fun to be around. Marty cared about everyone and was always in line to help.
TFS

My parents were motorcycle dealers in the area in the 1970s and Marty told me at one of Yamaha's events that he bought his first bike, a Bultaco, from my parents shop out by San Diego State College. He said there wasn't a truck at the shop at the time that could deliver the bike, so Marty just bought it and pushed it home rather than wait for the truck to get there.
Don Emde

I feel very bad loosing a good friend and ex motocross-colleague.
The last 5 years or so during Yamaha's weekend of champions, I really got to know Marty as a super nice and friendly gentleman. He was planning on coming to europe some time to come and ride with us in the French and Belgian rdennes. My thoughts are with Marty and his family and I will never forget him.

Pierre Karsmakers

I attended Marty’s memorial service yesterday and it was incredible. The outpouring of respect, love and memories is difficult to put into words. It was so good to see so many lifelong friends but I wish the circumstances that brought us together were different. They say that there’s a reason for these things to happen and its all part of a plan. I’m not sure about that but Marty’s untimely death definitely reminded his friends how special we all are to each other. Rick Johnson said it best in his tribute to Marty. “We are all more than friends, we are brothers” As I sat there and fought back the tears I realized how lucky we all are to be part of this family and how much we will miss our dear friend Marty.
Mike Bell

Motorcycling has lost a true hero.
Kevin Schwantz

I'm really glad to have known him. He WAS moto.
Guyb

I was amazed when he went out of his way to help Wonder Warthog Racing become what it's become. Marty Moates was single-handedly responsible for creating the first WWR program to help the privateers by reimbursing entry fees. It was a 100% his idea and he knew it would strike the right cord and support the privateers (which he was the King of) in a meaningful and substantive way. He always was there to give much appreciated advice when we needed him.
Scott Kandel

I was once blessed by Marty's kind heart...out of nowhere. Marty found out that I was in a certain jam with a friend of his and a commitment I needed to back out of. Marty got my email address and asked that I call him (I was completely star-struck) to see if he could help. During the call Marty and I got to talk about a few of our friends that we had in common....it was so nice of him to take the time to talk to likes of me. He was gracious and more than helpful with my situation...and basically took care of everything for me. At that time in my life, he became even a bigger hero with his true acts of kindness for his MX family.
Mosher (Kurt)

Godspeed Marty and I hope where ever you are there's a groomed Carlsbad track for you to ride.
FLvet

He was one of the greatest friends, bosses, and just the best all around good guy that would help anyone at anytime. He had a huge heart and true compassion and understanding for everyone he came in contact with. and this doesnt even scratch the surface of how great a person he was. we love you man, godspeed Marty
Motodork

I was at Washougal one time walking thru the pits and I saw Marty Moates beside a painfully stock van with cardboard boxes inside.He was outside working on an OSSA phantom {think this was right after the GPs} I looked the van over, knowing how must have drove from the San Deigo area, and asked him how do you drive this thing without a stereo? he looked up at me ,with that its all good grin and told me wide open man! I stll have a LOP sticker that sez it all LOP / Marty Moates 1980 united states grand prix champions.I will always remember Marty that day watching wide world of sports him winning crashing, coming from behind, his jofa flying off to one side fist clenched in the air.Rest in peace Marty Moates.
Ken Meek

With tears in my eyes I remember some tough times, some wild times and some great times together. We had planned this coming new year holiday together, you seemed so full of life when we talked. You were was as tough as they come, but also a true gentleman with a heart of gold. I will forever remember your huge smile and the great times we had together with a swell of happiness in my heart. My thoughts will always be with you Marty. One day we will ride again together, god's speed. Rest in peace my true friend.
Alan Pendrey
England

I still can not believe he's gone...
Lebig

Marty Moates touched and inspired so many of us during his life through his accomplishments as a racer, a businessman and through his charity. Marty’s charity didn’t stop and start for special occasions or annual trips to a children’s hospital, it occurred every day. Marty reached out to someone in need no matter how large or small on a daily basis in a way that is very rare in this day of fast paced living that leaves us all with less and less time to take care of friends and loved ones. Marty has always been as tough as nails and virtually indestructible and at the same time he was one of the most sensitive and caring people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.
A couple of weeks ago Marty invited me over for Thanksgiving dinner. This wasn’t typical, but Marty knew that I had recently ended a long term relationship and he wanted to make sure I was around loved ones for the holidays. Although I had plans with my family and wasn’t able to attend, it meant a lot to me for him to worry about me. Marty was watching over me. And he will always be watching over all of us.
Eric Baker

I rode with Marty in the early to mid '70's. One rainy and muddy Carlsbad day, my dad cleaned his Jofa for him and warmed it up before Marty's next moto. Marty was truly grateful for what was such a mundane favor. Over the years, I did not stay close to him, but whenever I saw him, he still said hi and shook my hand. All class, that is what I say.
Dave Burgess

I'm did not know Marty very well. We met only a few times when he was in Europe. I met Marty in France. He and Gary Semics joined Brad Lackey there as the only Americans competing in the 1982 500cc Motocross World Championship Series. Marty was just as you said. He made me feel as if we were old friends. I'm attaching an action shot from that race in France, along with the only portrait I have of him. I'd be honored if you would include me as a part of his memorial.
Warren Price

When I was younger I never new about MX, I never new that there was racing of any kind. Then one day on ABC's wide world of sports, I saw the U.S. round of the world 500 gp's and my life would never be the same. America was the doormat of motocross, but I didn't know it. That was the first I new or saw of dirt bikes. Marty Moates, on the L.O.P. Yamaha won against all odds. It was the coolest thing I ever saw. He was my hero, I wanted to be like him. He was John Wayne to me. I would always tell my family one day I'll be on tv and race Carlsbad.
From that year on I never missed ABC's coverage of the race until they stopped showing it, why I'll never know. I would fantasize about being a MX racer like Marty. I would ride my pedal bike around homemade tracks imitating him.
Marty had a major impact on my life that day, he started a fire in me. That fire still burns within me to this day, and hasn't diminished . I wonder how many kids Marty impacted? I wonder if he had any idea of the influence he had on young kids ? I wish I could have told him what his big race meant me. I'm deeply sadden by his premature passing. Hero's aren't supposed to die. They ride off into the sunset. It's a tragedy that he's gone. I hope he's at the big race in the sky riding his best race ever. Marty Moates will forever be in my memory. I can still see him now coming off Devil's drop. God speed to you Marty, and your family.

Joe Dobrodey

Last year Marty revealed to me that he was once a Monark rider! I was stunned as I had never heard that before.
He bought his Monark at Competition Cycle in San Clemente.
His Mom went with him to pick it up and did not have a truck or trailer so they laid it in the back of the station wagon to bring it home.
He won his first Pro race ever on it
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Scott Wallenberg

I met Marty at Anaheim 1 two years ago. I was in the Diamond club with Rick Doughty, Greg Primm and their wives when Marty sat down with us. It is one of the few times in my life that I was taken by someone in my presence. Marty tried to order a beer and the waitress wouldn’t sell it since he didn’t have his ID. Everyone in that stadium knew who he was, except the staff. I stepped over to the bar and purchased Marty that beer for one of my childhood heroes. I have met many famous people/riders being friends with Rick Doughty, but meeting Marty Moates was a highlight of my life. Subsequent races when I saw Marty he was always good for a handshake and a smile. The world will be a little less bright without him. Godspeed Marty.
Patrick D. Crask

The website that you put together is really cool. I only met Marty once, and that was at the Indy show a few years back, in the FMF booth. FMF had a big screen, and was showing the Carlsbad race that was shown on Wide World of Sports. I told him that I was really happy for him. I grew up with M/C in the seventies when Carlsbad and the TRAMS-AM series were both BIG happening.
When I clicked onto RacerX this past weekend, I was speechless when I first saw the story. I had to e-mail the story to my moto buddies.
Again, sorry to hear about Marty, but I feel honored that I was able to meet a childhood idle, in that FMF booth. I had gone to a few of his races, Sears Point, Hangtown, and the Oakland S-X.
Rick Conley

I never new Marty but as a young lad I was lucky enough to attend Farliegh Castle in the UK for a 500cc GP in the late seventies / early eighties.
Riding that day was a young American on a fourstorke, unheard of at the time, and this guy was good!
His name was Marty Moates.
Racing that day was De Coster, Mikkola, Noyce and a host of other GP stars, but the man who held the crowd was Moates, on a horribly under powered four stroke.
In timed practice whilst trying to qualify he leapt off the top of the hill at Farliegh that led to the start, a fast downhill jump on wet slippery grass, speeds in the section were close to 70 mph.
Lap after lap marty flew off there faster than anybody, and slithered into the bend at the bottom.
I can't truly remember the circumstances but a few laps later at huge speed Marty hit the ropes, and they were ropes in those days.
Before he stopped he snapped off six posts clean and wrapped the rope so tightly round his bike it took ages to release.
I know he qualified and stormed around the castle the following day at the front of the field but don't really know the result.
What I do know is when my family and old mates sit down to reminisce we always get round to that day at farlieegh when that crazy American on the stroker snapped all those posts!
God speed Marty
You are remembered in Europe.

Richard Peck

I have known Marty for quite a few years. Although Marty and I were not real, close, we always
acknowledge each other at different races. Becky Russell, (my girlfriend) was very close to
Marty...they workd together at NoFear.
I race with SRA, a So. Cal., off road GP club. Marty would show up and race all the Carlsbad races. The fans would all gather, after all, they were in the house that Moates built. The last time we spent with Marty, was at one of the
Anaheim Supercross races, earlier this year. He joined us in our Suite, for most of the night. Just one of the guys...one of the nicest guys !
Keep a wheel out front, my friend...

Mike Bierman & Becky Russell

I met Marty Moates at the 2005 Moto GP at Laguna Seca raceway. I had just walked out of the Ducati Island area and was seeking the restrooms. There were thousands of people walking every different direction as I made my way toward the facilities. When I got there I saw this scruffy looking guy wearing a Yamaha shirt and cap, sitting on the ledge of the landscaping by the bathrooms. He was sitting by himself and appeared to be taking everything in. He looked familiar to me and I noticed he was watching me walk up the path toward him. I glanced at his name tag embroidered on his shirt. It read Marty Moates. I stopped dead in my tracks and I said his name out loud to myself in disbelief.
Marty heard me say his name to myself and he immediately extended his hand to shake mine. I introduced myself and told him that I had raced with him at the Elsinore Grand Prix some years ago. He said, I thought you looked familiar. I knew there was no way that he could have remembered me. Memories of that day will be with me for a long time. Rest in Peace.

Mike Traficano

I know Marty is up there doing laps on the BEST track in the world,
Godspeed Marty.

Jeremy Marinier

I met Marty about 4 years ago when he came to my shop to check out some garage stuff after we did Surwall’s garage. What a great down to earth guy, He was amazed that I knew who he was and what he had done and I was Stoked to have MARTY MOATES in my shop, he was one of my childhood heroes. I am sure he will be deeply missed. Please pass my heart filled condolences on to his family and let them know are prayers are with them.
Tim Shea

The memory I have of Marty Moates still stands out as the fondest memory I have of all my years of attending races. Back in the late seventies or early eighties (I’m bad with dates) at a Trans USA race at Unadilla I had the opportunity to have a full access press pass. This pass allowed me to roam anywhere I wanted trackside. Being 16 years old at the time I thought I was in heaven as I was able to get extremely close to the racers. Up to this point I had always been a Marty Moates fan because he previously rode the GP circuit on Ossa’s. I also happened to work part time after school for the importer of Ossa’s Yankee Motors. Even though Marty at that time was racing Yamaha’s, I was still a big fan of his. That race at Unadilla I will never forget as long as I live. During the start of 2nd moto Marty was running near the back of the pack. I do not know if he had fell or just got a bad start but he began to charge thru the pack passing riders every lap. To this day I clearly remember standing in the tight left corner after the off camber by the old tree (Anyone who has been to Unadilla knows where I’m talking about) and as Marty came to almost a complete stop to pivot left I was there screaming and cheering at the top of my lungs. This went on for the entire race and by motos end Marty had worked his way into the top ten (I think he finish 7th or 8th). I was taken back by how hard he charged and never gave up. As I walked back to the pits, I was along the track where the riders re-enter the pits and Marty pulled up on his Yamaha and took his Carrerra goggles off and handed them to me and told me thanks.
I was so taken back by the fact that he recognized me and that he was so appreciative of his fans. I never had expected anything in return for just rooting for one of my favorite racers. Marty showed me that day how dedicated he was to the sport and even though he never had the chance to ride the best equipment throughout his career he never gave up and made you always want to cheer for the underdog. As great as a memory that Marty has given me it deeply saddens me that he is now gone. He will never have known what an impact he made on some 16 year old kid from New York that day. I only hope now that he is at peace with himself and that people remember him as the remarkable person that he was. I pray for his family and friends and that they too can share with others the same type of fond memories as I experienced.
You will be missed Marty.
Michael Lengyel

I met Marty many years ago through a friend of mine,they invited me on a trip to baja that marty had set up,ive been hooked on baja ever since!On the way down as we were heading through the stream outside of veronica marty saw my windows were open and barreled his truck passed us as Brett screamed roll up the windows,we were completely soaked,and it was a classic moment and a great memory! Marty was one of the most impressibve men i have ever met in my life,and this world is worse off without him,wherever he is may his days be filled with fresh loamy dirt to roost!!!Marty i can say i loved you and i miss you!
Moto450FGuy

When I was a kid back in the day, I read all the MX magazines cover to cover until the staples pulled out of the pages and they would fall to the floor. (Waay before I even had a motorcycles to call my own)
What fan of motorcycling could not know who Marty Moates was? I think none if your a true fan.
Being lucky enough to work in the motorcycle industry I have had the great fortune of racing around the world and knowing some of the best people in the world.
Over the years I have seen Marty Moates at numerous events and I was always kind of in awe of him with his success and his history in our sport. For you that know me, I am not a shy guy. Even as outspoken as I am, I never went up to Marty to say more than hello or hi how are you?
As you can imagine as I type this, I am kicking myself. I bet more than a few people are thinking the same thing I am.
Soon after I heard the terrible news, I had to take the time to call my friend Terry from Varner Motorsports. Terry's the person who looked out for me and did my motor's when I moved out from the east coast as a young aspiring racer.
Terry is a accomplished motor builder from Illinois who started to work with Laurent at LOP in 1979.
Terry actually ported the cylinder and machined the head on Marty's 1980 Carlsbad GP winning bike.
Listening to Terry speak about Marty he is somber and still in shock. You can hear the admiration in Terry's voice as we spoke.
How can you make something positive out of something like this? I can not find anything in this, but talk to the people you care for and make sure they know your there for them I guess.
A few years ago Marty received a (Original Yamaha press poster) from Terry that Deloris (Terry's mom) framed after Marty won the GP. What was pretty neat is that Marty did not get one from Yamaha and Terry was cool enough to give up his prized possession. Marty was pumped enough that when he saw Terry a few months later, He said that is was hanging in the office at No Fear.
Marty you will live on in our hearts and minds. Do us all a favor will you... start scouting out riding locations for us all, and please prep it for us so it is not muddy and not dusty when we get there?
Thanks for the memories Marty you rock!!
-Craig Mason

I was fortunate enough to know and ride with Marty. He was the nicest and most down to earth guy you would ever meet. Damn it Marty....you will be missed! God Speed Marty.
Marche Karger

I was one of the lucky ones to know and get to ride with Marty. He went out of his way for me and even rode like a mad man for a photoshoot and even made the cover of SuperMoto Racer. I think this might
be his last cover shot in a magazine. He was a great guy and will be missed.
Scott Hoffman

I, too, knew Marty Moates many years ago. He was a good friend of my husband Gaylon Mosier. My memory of him was of a kind man and he was always playful with our children. I was so sad to hear about his untimely passing. I would have loved to come to California to share the love at his Memorial Service. God Speed Marty. Our prayers are with him and his dear family. May you find peace at this time of sorrow and love and joy in the memories of Marty that you will always carry with you.

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, I welcome you.

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......My day was not in vain.
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Pam Mosier

Marty always had a way of making me feel special. The only one to call every Monday morning after a race to let me know he was watching my lap times on the computer. Marty didn't seem to know he was a hero, but sure went out of his way to make others feel like one.
Wheelie on Amigo,
Joel Tarquin

I was lucky enough to have met Marty at a local Carlsbad race in the late 1990's, I think it was a CMXR event. Marty was smoking everyone and after I introduced myself I complimented and teased him a little about how slow he looked because he made it look effortless. In Nov 2000 I tore up my knee at a Glen Helen practice. Six months later I ran into Marty at the Mother's Day National to ask for his help. My knee just wasn't healing but I had read a story by Travis Pastrana about his friend with an arm problem that sounded similar to my knee - lots of scar tissue, limited range of motion, and muscle atrophy. Travis said that his friend finally found a witchdoctor in Arizona that helped him after trying everything else. I asked Marty to do me a favor and forward an e-mail to Travis for me so I could find out how to get in touch with the witchdoctor. Marty was more than happy to help a fellow rider. I was saddened and shocked by the news and although I didn't know him well, he was a friend who touched my life. He will be missed and never forgotton.
Steve Hughes

How does one explain the imprint that is left on their heart by a person they've met and spent time with only a few times? I'm finding it hard to do. I met Marty in 2000 while working at Chaparral doing PR. No Fear was a sponsor for both the SX and Road Race team so I was allowed the good fortune to meet and work with him on several occasions. Each memory of time spent with and around him is vivid and wonderful because of his warmth, kindness, humor and his 1000 watt smile that lit up every thing around him. Anaheim 1, the Jimmy Button Charity Auction, the Inaugural Chaparral/Glen Helen Charity Golf Tournament, the trip to No Fear HQ to pick up gear for the road race crew before Daytona...each time more kindness and warmth he shared of himself.
Marty was never the What can you do for me? type of person. He was always the What can I do for you? guy and in this day and age, people like that are treasures to cherish. I am so sad that he is gone but the imprint he left on my heart and in my memories cannot be erased or replaced. Godspeed Marty! May you be at and resting in peace!
Dorina Groves

Hello my name is Nick Daniels. I am a professional dirttracker and supermoto racer. Me and my team (Fatboy Racing) Matt Pursley Warren Wilburn and Terry Meyer were all fortunate to have gotten to know Marty Moates. We were doing the angural supermoto national series and we were riding Yamaha's. Keith McCarthy invited us to do a test at perris raceway prior to the erwindale round. The test was factory Yamaha guy and then us nobodies but it was cool to be there. Then at the end of day one ( it was a two day test) Marty came and sit down on our trailer ramp and started talking to us like he had know us for years. We acted like it was no big deal and in a few short minutes we started quizzing him on all he had done this and that how it felt ect. I have to say that guy is so cool just after those two days of testing we all felt like we left with a new friend and a some what close one, and we had. It seemed like after that he kind of adopted us, always bringing us stuff from no fear and checking on us at all the races. He maid us feel like we were the fast racers and he wanted to be part of what we were doing, even if it was just a small part. After hearing the news of what happened me and my friends had all called each other within just a few minutes of us all hearing what had happened. For some of us nobodies in the sport you just see these great racers and you never get to know them. I feel and speaking for my team mates too we were all felt very privileged to know Marty and for him taking the time to treat some Midwest guys like family. Thank you Marty it was a pleasure to get to know you buddy we will miss u.
Nick Daniels, att, Warren and Terry


I was 10 when Marty won the USGP, and even when I was that young it was a real inspiration to have a guy who did not have a factory ride or a works bike win against the big boys.
I wish I could have known him. My thoughts and prayers are with his friends and family.
Brent McDade

I'd met Marty Moates three times in my life.
Once, I really didn't realize it was him until well after the fact. I
met him at a motocross track in SoCal, when I was there for an event. I
remember him talking with an acquaintance of mine and my getting dragged
into the conversation because it was about Carlsbad or Indian Dunes. It
was four hours later when someone mentioned who he was and I was kicking
myself at that point.

I'll always remember Marty Moates as the true sportsman that he was.
Godspeed, Marty!

Stephen Bobic

I had been to Carlsbad Raceway for several years prior to 1980 when Marty Moates finally beat the Europeans, and the excitement was so intense !! That day I will never forget because it was the beginning of a whole new era of time in Motocross history.
I was so proud of him and will never forget how excited I was, because I knew right then and there the whole world was watching. GOD SPEED Marty You will always be remembered.
Joe Jackson Jr.

Thanks for getting Marty's Website up. I have never met Marty other then watching him race at Saddleback and then his exploits at the USGP. I mentioned him in passing to someone I knew for a fact that she knew zero about motocross. And she remember his name, what race it was and that he was the first American racer to ever win the USGP. So needless to say Marty was huge and impacted the life's of people beyond motocross. Thanks for doing this for everyone.
Steve Hackett

I was able to talk to and enjoy the conversation of marty twice at the weekend of champions at the moto gp in laguna seca in 2005 and 2006. he was a gentleman a friend to the other racers there and could make
anyone in that line bring a smile to their face. he did not talk about the racing always and that was something that make the conversation even more enjoyable but as i made my way around the table to meet
and receive autographs from the other racers i kept my ears open as marty spoke and kept larry maires on
his toes. as a 51 year old former motocross racer who still enjoys the two wheels today just a tat bit slower
i remember the excitment i felt when marty won the 500cc grand prix at carlsbad and being able to think all
good things come to the ones who try the hardest. i was a proud owner of a 1980 and 1981 yamaha yz465
and would race them with all my heart and i feel marty always did the same. i feel the lost of him as i am sure
many others do. we have lost someone great in the world of motocross and my prayers and sarrow go out to
his family and his friends who knew him best and to anyone who had the chance to meet or even dream of what life changes he may have inspired on them. marty you will be missed and i again thank you for the time
and conversation we had and the solid handshake.
bill roth


Yes Down Under we are also totally in shock about Marty’s tragic, quick passing, he thrilled us for many of the early years in the 80’s riding for Motor sport Suzuki in our #1 Mr Motocross series, in which he was always in the top 5,and was always a fierce competitor.
We will miss that cheeky grin!
Marty you now have endless fuel to cut as many laps on your never ending World G.P.
Rosco Holden

I grew up in the motocross scene late 79 to 90s. Marty was an inspereation to me at that time. Especially after he won at carlsbad. My parents gave me a choice back then. The prom or new riding gear. Well I chose the gear! White n red lop yamaha gear and bell helmet just like Marty! I wore it proudly for lots of years in the 125cc intermediate class in texas. I have emailed Marty since those days only to get nice responses. I will always think of those times n smile. Godspeed my hero see ya soon!
Flyn Ryan Menke


It is real sad for me to hear that Marty is no longer with us, I was at Carlsbad in 1980 when he won the USGP, It was the coolest to see an American win after so many years of watching the Euros teach us how to ride. I’m the same age as Marty and bikes have been my love all of my life, I have seen all the cool riding places in Southern California disappear and it is now much harder to just jump on a bike and be free. Being born and raised in San Diego one had to know that from the 70’s and the 80’s you were in a special place, It seemed that all the great American racers were living amongst us in SoCal. At this time, I’m sitting at the other end of the world on a business trip (Brunei) and have been thinking about the news on Marty. Marty was the kind of hero that all of us think we can be, his low budget, not top factory racer status with that “against all odds” effort was what we think about as we flip through the pages of bike magazines. I am sorry to hear he is gone, but happy to think that he was able to help so many people in such an unselfish and generous way.
Bert Schramm

I was 17 years old and a senior in High School and had been racing since I was 13 years old and was a member of the Bee’s Motorcycle Club out of Utah. My brother was currently a pro on the circuit for about four to five years so we grew up with bikes between our legs. It was 1980 and I jumped into my brothers van with a bunch of other dirt crazy friends off to Carlsbad Raceway. Little did we know we were about to see history in the making. I can’t even put into words being a motocross fan and a proud American to personally be present and watch blue collar privateer Marty Moates win the United States Grand Prix of Motocross. Even being a former U.S. Marine it is one of the proudest moments of being an American that I can remember. The crazy part is years later I start an Apparel Software Company and I’m off to No Fear® to do a demonstration of our product. No Fear has now been a client of ours for about ten years and during the computer installation I found out Marty Moates worked at No Fear®. I asked if I could meet Marty and it is one of the greatest memories I have. He was just the coolest guy you would ever meet. I talked to Marty many times during our installation and he was simply a class act. To Marty’s family and his extended family at No Fear® please accept my condolences on your tremendous loss.
God bless you Marty, thank you for the memories and keep it WFO!
Joseph R. Schaefer

Marty and I were both sponsored by a little shop in Van Nuys, Mid Valley CZ. He showed me how to get serious about being a pro mxer. When I was chasing girls he was prepping his bike. When he was working out I wanted to party. And then we got to the track. He was fast on that 74 radial CZ!
When I went on to playing drums for Kenny Rogers I read with great pride how he won the US Open at Carlsbad. The same track we rode so frequently in the years before! He became a full on motocross hero and he deserved it. Rest in peace Marty.
Ress Benson

I'm sad to say I never met Marty but he touched me in a way I can't even describe but maybe this story comes close. I was one of the thousands of fans waving our little American flags and screaming until we lost our voices that history making day at Carlsbad on 22 Jun 1980. To see an American and a privateer no less straight up beat the Europeans for the first time at the 500 USGP was the single biggest MX day for me and I have been around the sport since the late 60's. Marty Moates was the ultimate privateer that everybody liked and cheered for. After I heard the sad news of his death I had to go see what was left of the Carlsbad circuit. So this past Saturday my wife and I drove down to Carlsbad from Huntington Beach where I live now for past couple years to see for our self. To my surprise the start straight and a few corners are still there although pretty much grown up. As I stood there looking down from above the start straight at what was once the most famous MX track in the country I thought about all the great riders that have ridden on that holy ground since the first USGP in 1972. In 1980 I remember coming in through the gates and being given a little American flag and wonder what am I going to do with this (later I would find out). During practice I remember telling my brother-in-law that I thought Moates looked really fast. Once the first moto started and the riders got to where we were standing, I realized why we were given the little American flags. Marty had the holeshot. I remember hitting my brother-in-law and screaming I told you so. It was on. I didn't stop screaming, hanging over the fence and waving that little flag for the rest of that moto (45 minutes in those days). When the second moto started and Marty was at the front again, I couldn't believe it. I wondered if he could hold on and actually win this thing. So there I am with what little bit of voice I have left, I'm screaming and waving that American flag as hard as I can. MX like most other sports have defining moments. That was the defining moment for a lot of Americans. They new that we really could beat those Euros. And if you look at the record books from that day forward you will see that. I don't know if Marty Moates really knew what his win meant to American MX that day, but the fans sure do that were there on that terribly hot summer day in Carlsbad California. If you live in SOCAL, please take the time to go pay homage to that great track before it is completely gone. And while your there, say little prayer for Marty and his family.
Mark B. Edwards

I met Marty in 1991 when Mark and Brian Simo and Marty came to see me about starting No Fear. I was/am an attorney in Carlsbad. Through the years I had the pleasure to know Marty as a client, friend, and later a business partner in a No Fear related venture. Marty was one of the most genuine people I've met on this planet. He was a celebrity, but he would never let you know it. There was no big time in Marty. He just wanted to be one of the guys. Marty was honest, loyal, caring, and warm. As I saw it, Mark and Brian created No Fear. Marty, on the other hand, lived No Fear. He was No Fear personified. He embodied everything the brand was about, whether at work, on his motorcycle, busting counterfeitters who we ripping off No Fear's trademarks, or just being Marty around town. He was truly fearless.

Like so many people who've posted messages on this tribute, I have many Marty stories and experiences that I will cherish forever. Many I'd forgotten about until I heard the devastating news. Now they're flooding back to me at the oddest times. Reading this site and others is so comforting, learning that others have similar stories.

I'd like to share two that I'm most fond of that to me exemplify Marty. The first was in 1992, shortly after I got to know Marty. Marty, Steve Mata, Robert Jiminez and I were going to a Chargers football game. At the last minute, Eric Karros [the 1992 National League Rookie of the Year from the Dodgers] and one of his teammates showed up at No Fear and asked to go along. The 6 of us piled into Marty's pick up for the trip to the stadium. As we neared the stadium, traffic was stopped, and we were going to be late. Steve, Eric, the other Dodger and I were in the bed of the truck. All of a sudden Marty yells through the window HANG ON! With that he jumps the median and we find ourselves going on the wrong side of the road, at a high rate of speed toward the traffic. The next thing we know we're back over the median, over the curb, and into a corner of the parking lot [which was already closed]. Those of us in the back of the truck were just happy not to have been bounced out. We learned Marty's idea of No Fear that day. The story doesn't end there. Turns out we had 6 people, and 4 tickets. Problem? Not with Marty there. Marty and I had gotten real police badges [IDs and all] from one of our friends in Louisiana. Marty says to me come on, let's go for a walk. The next thing I know, he stops 2 scalpers, flashes the badge, and confiscates their tickets. Problem solved, and we all enjoyed the game. What a day.

The second story was a couple of years later. Marty had acquired an albino burmese python. The snake was 8 feet long! Marty took it in trade from someone who owed him money. The snake lived in his house with Marty and his daughters. Then one day Marty sees a news article where a similar snake had attacked a child in Florida. So he decides he needs to get rid of the snake. Turns out we knew Slash from Guns n Roses, who was a snake collector and a No Fear fan. We arranged to give him the snake. We set a time to deliver the snake to Slash at his house in the Hollywood Hills on a Saturday afternoon. We meet at Matry's that morning. Marty, me, Ray Fajada [from No Fear], and three friends. Marty decides we're going to drive his classic Chevy convertible with the top down. We all pile in the car. Here comes Marty out of the house with the snake. It's not in a cage, or a box. No, Marty's got the snake draped over his shoulders! He throws the snake in the car and says he's riding up front with us! I'm not sure who was more scared, us or the snake. The next thing we know, the snake makes a dash under the dashboard, and we can't get him out. Marty decides we'll drive to Hollywood and worry about getting the snake out when we get there. When we get to Hollywood [a 2 hour drive], we stop for lunch. While there, we take turns looking and reaching under the dashboard for the snake. Finally, Marty finds the snake, but he can't get him out. On the corner is a man with a Will work for food sign. Off goes Marty. He tells the guy he's got something stuck under the dash of his car, and offers the guy $50 if he can get it out. Sure enough, the guy jumps in the car and sticks his hand up under the dash right where Marty tells him the thing is stuck. Next thing we know, the guy gets a handful of snake, and lets out a yell. He says what is that, and Marty tells him about the snake. The guy was scared s#^tless and starts to run away. True to his word, Marty chased the guy down and gave him $100. The rest of us were left standing there laughing so hard we were crying.

Those and other experiences keep me laughing when I think about Marty, and if I don't laugh I'll start crying. Since learning of Marty's untimely passing early Friday morning, I like everyone else have found myself asking what happened. Marty was one of the toughest men I ever met. Obviously, there's something that none of us know or understand. I can only hope and pray that Marty has found his peace, and that he's in the promised land.

Goodbye my friend. I cherished your friendship, and I'll miss you. We'll meet again someday, in a better place. And we'll get back to having great times again.

Dan Carroll

Thinking of Marty, reading about him and what others are writing, and looking at all the great photos, I keep welling up with a beautiful sadness and have been trying to gather my thoughts, though of course the grieving will be a long and never ending proccess.
I did'nt know Marty well, but have heard a lot of him in the last few years. All positive and greatful.
Knowing Marty as an Int. racing CMC against my brother, while racing Huskys in the early 70's and doing the porting at FMF, I later moved to the NE and lost touch with most of my motorcycle friends.
I sure don't want to sound preachy, but I hope and pray that we can all carry some of this love and good will from our caring so much about Marty, throughout our lives, and express it openly and often.
In Marty's spirit I'd like everyone in the mx and motorcycle family to know that in my own way I really appreciate you, still love getting together at events and racing my OSSAs, still get excited as a fan and friend reading and hearing of you all, and sincerely wish you well.
So many of you have touched me deeply, and all of you have made my life better.
With my greatest respect and appreciation for Marty,
Robert Haag

My memories of Marty, as a teenager were of him riding a RM250 framed RM500 motored trick as sled back when it was all the 500s, he was fast and smooth and entertaining. He grased the Aussie mags for quite some time and as I had an RM125z I were fan. I still have the DIRTBIKE mag with him on the LOP Yamaha somewhere and have the photo engraved in the memory bank. To his family may god go with you and godspeed Marty.
Dick Webber

I first met Marty Moates at Supermoto event in Del Mar back in 2002 - He was one of the neatest people I've ever met in this industry. He came across as a warm, caring person and was very complimentary about my business (2WF) and truly acted like he was a fan of mine. I remember researching him on the 'net later and was astounded by his accomplishments and joked to him about my ignorance of his career at later meetings.
He was a class act - Godspeed Marty.
Mike Emery

In June 2005, I made up a card from a picture I took of Marty in front of the grandstands at the 1980 USGP on his YZ465, the purpose of the card was to wish him best wishes on the 25th anniversary of his win. A couple of days later, Marty called the shop to thank us for thinking of him, and invited me over to his office at FMF apparel, (which is a stones throw from the location of the Carlsbad Freeway), to just talk and share thoughts of vintage motocross. I brought my Carlsbad scrapbook for him to take home and look at, along with a gift to him of a 1980 USGP promotional poster. In turn in his generous way, he gave us some FMF T-shirts, a dvd of the USGP, and a signed copy of the magazine with him on the cover on his YZ450F super-moto bike. He was as cool of a guy as you could ever meet.
Steve Walters

I was there when he won at Carlsbad. Back in the day My mother & his spent hours tracking results for 38 divisions of 125cc novices at Saddleback Park while I took photos for a local publication.
Marty you will be missed. I wish you wife & child well. Thanks for making my racing experience so special!!!
Ron Liel


I work 12 hour shifts in front of several computer monitors at work. Couple years ago, Racer X had an awesome picture of Marty Moates and Brad Lackey in a turn, side by side, from the 1980 USGP race that I downloaded as my screen background. I have had it for sometime and it reminds me of the famous race where the American
underdog won.
Just last week I was considering changing the Moates / Lackey USGP screensaver, but for some reason put it off and left it. That same evening my vintage racing buddy called me and broke the news about Marty. I was devastated. I was also glad I left his picture on my computer. Felt a slight sense of ESP, but more respect and sadness
than anything.
I have my collection of vintage bike magazines in my exercise room. I still have the Dirt Bike and Motocross Action magazine editions from 1980 covering THE race. I usually re-read the 1980 USGP race article for inspiration while exercising. For some unknown reason both DB and MXA did NOT have Moates picture on the cover of those
editions !!! Unbelievable oversight on their part. There was a Cycle News article few years ago on the last page about the Moates 1980 USGP victory. Little known fact was that Marty's father was very ill and in the hospital during the race. Can you imagine the additional stress Marty had that day, besides the pressure of top international GP competition ?
I have never met Marty but know others that have. Seems like he was a down-home, approachable, regular type great guy like some of his buddies that I have met - Lackey, Jimbo, Marty Smith, Mike Bell,
Gary Jones, Warren Reid, etc..
Marty - May you rest in peace with Jimbo. Have fun moto-ing with him!
Perry Sconzert

I raced against Marty several times during my brief racing career and actually passed him once, thinking “I just passed Marty Moates WOW”! I couldn’t believe it..
Fast forward some 25 years later. I met Marty during the weekend of the US Open of SX at Greg Primms place. Steve Bauer introduced us and was surprised we didn’t know each other already. I probably talked to Marty once or twice in my life before then (maybe during a race we were both entered in) but Marty certainly wasn’t more than an acquaintance. We started talking and I knew right there that Marty Moates was one of the good guys. Not pretentious or conceited in anyway (he certainly could have been) and even though he just met me it felt like I was his friend for a hundred years.
Later on that evening we went back to the MGM for a drink and due to some construction we had to enter the casino floor from another level from the parking garage. Half way up an escalator Bauer realizes we were going the wrong way and instead of going up all the way and back down he decides to run down the escalator and try another route. I turn around and see Marty following him saying “c’mon Bobby let’s go this way”. His mouth said that but his face said “maybe he can’t run down the escalator due to his prosthesis”.
I turned around and literally hopped down that escalator at a speed I wasn’t even sure I could keep up and jumped down off the last moving step onto the cement below. Bauer started laughing and spewing something like “you see that one legged basturd go Marty?”. Marty wasn’t sure if he could laugh at my predicament since we had just met a few hours earlier that evening so he looked at my face for a brief moment and right then I just started laughing. Marty joined in and we all three were cracking up at how fast I moved and the way I did it and I remember thinking “I just laughed my ass off with Marty Moates WOW”! After the laughter settled down Marty asked me if I rode dirt bikes anymore. I told him about my KX500 and that I take out trail riding every once in a while but I haven’t even started it for a year or two. He smiled and was surprised and happy that I still rode and was still into scooters.
After that night we exchanged phone numbers and talked a few times and greeted each other at the races we both attended and our friendship grew. One day he mentioned the annual Carlsbad Christmas GP and wanted to know if I would join him for the team race. He said Bauer and I could ride his FMF 450 Yamaha in the team race for fun.
Marty invited us to stay at his house the weekend of the race and had No Fear gear for us to race in and a tuned FMF 450 for us to ride. That’s Marty: so generous and caring to others it almost makes you feel guilty for maybe not being that generous yourself. We hung out that night in his hot tub talking about motocross and bench racing.
The next morning at the Carlsbad Raceway was simply a motocrossers dream come true. My family was there and Marty treated them like they were his family too. Later that morning when my wife Cynthia tried to get some pictures of me racing Marty offered to get closer to the track and get some better shots for her. Marty must have walked a mile around the track with my camera trying to get some good shots for Cynthia. I know Marty was not physically in his prime and was in some pain hiking around there but it didn’t stop him that’s for sure. He just wanted to do it for me and Cynthia because that’s the way Marty was.
The highlight of the day was actually racing with Marty Moates on Marty’s bike in Marty’s backyard. What a damn treat that was for anybody. Another highlight happened during my earlier practice. After I came by the pit area Marty said to Cynthia “man Bobby can really ride, he can really go”. When Cynthia told me this later it made me feel pretty proud and it made me feel good, but that is what Marty did to people, he made you feel good about yourself. I also felt that Marty held some pride too in knowing he got my ass out on that track and that I simply couldn’t wipe the smile off my face after the race. To this day that race at Carlsbad still stands out in my mind as one of the best racing days ever including when I was racing pro.
Marty Moates was one of a kind
Bobby M

As I read some of the kind words and found memories many had with Marty, I felt it is only fitting that I and the rest of the FMF International family share, not so much our memories of Marty, but rather how we felt about Marty and what he meant to us. First of all, most people knew Marty, or knew of him, when he was the first American to win the USGP back in 1980, as a privateer no less, at the young age of 23 making him a hero to many. Then, there are those who had the privilege of meeting and getting to know Marty over the years through business and through the MX Industry. Personally, though, I didn't know Marty for any of those things. I was only 2 yrs old when he won the USGP. The first time I met Marty was when I started working at No Fear in "Building 4" back in Dec. of 96'. I was 18 and fresh out of High School and knew nothing about the MX Industry, so when Robert introduced him to me and later told me who he was, I in my ignorance, was more impressed that he was the "VP" of NF and the kind of truck he drove, rather than what he had accomplished on the track. The truth is, unless you were in the industry or you were actually there at the race or watched it on TV, you'd never know how important that victory was back in 1980 and what it did for all other young American riders to follow, because he never let it go to his head (ok, most of the time he didn't), he was always so modest about it. Still, looking back, I can honestly say Marty was one of the humblest and one of the most down to earth person I've know. Every year Marty would go to Yamaha's weekend of champions and meet all kinds of people w/ their families, and Marty would take the time to talk to them, not as an "all-time great", but as a person. He would give kids his business cards and tell them to e-mail him w/ their address' so he could send them some free stuff. I know b/c he would have me ship out a bunch of packages of free swag for all the kids that e-mailed him after meeting him that weekend, and the great thing is he enjoyed doing it. But that's the kind of person Marty was.

As the years went by, and I began to progress within the company, I got to know Marty on a more professional level, which is strange to say, because at times he was anything but. On Oct./Nov. 2003 NF acquired the license to produce FMF Racing's soft goods and Marty was key in making that happen. Since then, the apparel division of FMF has done very well. Last February, Marty asked me if I wanted to come w/ him to a new building and help him make the FMF apparel division a continued success. At first I was unsure and felt that I would be taking a risk if I left the confines of NF, but Marty always had a way of talking you into things,..like wearing a dress in public, which by the way, wasn't one of my proudest moments. You learned quickly never to make a bet w/ this man b/c he was very competitive and rarely lost a bet and he would always make you pay up. Anyways, after all was said and done, he convinced me that it would be a great opportunity and a fun ride as well to make the move. March 15 2005 came around and FMF International was "born". Since then, I've had the great honor of working w/ Marty on a daily basis. Even though there's been many stressful, long 12 hour days, filled with frustration and exhaustion,….I don't regret 1 minute of it. Even though Marty asked a lot of you at times, and sometimes what seemed to be the impossible, he would motivate you to give it your all. And when we would pull it off somehow, like working till midnight, the first thing he would tell you the next day is how proud he is of you and how grateful he is for the effort we all had put in. That's why I enjoyed working for this man and why I showed up everyday to work. More often than not, we found ourselves exceeding everybody's expectations, not because we did it for the company, but more so because we wanted to make Marty proud of us, and we take some comfort in knowing he was. I would work harder, longer hours, walk through fire or just flat out bust my ass….if it would bring him back, and I know for a fact that everyone here feels the same way. How many of us is as fortunate to have a boss or a supervisor that makes you feel that way? Not many. It is only now that we realize how lucky we really were to have him as our boss, as our friend. We were all devastated and shocked, to say the least, to hear that he had taken his own life. Nobody saw it coming, and left us all w/ many questions as to why he did it. The fact of the matter is, it doesn't really matter anymore. What's more important is that we remember him for who he was and what he stood for and all the wonderful memories we had over the years we knew him. Still, we are all deeply saddened to know that he will never walk into this building again. I'm saddened to know I won't hear Howard Stern as I walk in every morning, or to know he won't be at the next Chaparral sale or any other sales we did. It's all the little things that we saw or heard Marty do on a daily basis that we'll miss . However, I take comfort in knowing that last week, after a rough month, I was able to express how much I enjoyed working w/ him these last couple of years. And we all take comfort in knowing that in that same amount of time we all had the true privilege of knowing Marty as person. For all of those who knew him, I think it's fair to say, in all his glory and accomplishments and the things he has done on the track, both past and present, pales in comparison to how he has touched our lives and the lives of many others. He will go down as one of the greats to ever ride a dirt bike, but more importantly, he will be remembered as one of the greatest people you'll ever have the pleasure of meeting.

One last thing, from all of us at FMF Int'l:
Marty you we're more than our boss, you were our father figure, our mentor, our inspiration, our friend. We appreciate everything you've taught and done for us. Thank you for giving us the privilege to work for you, and the greater privilege of knowing you. It's been a great ride up to this point, just like you promised, but we've all come to accept that we'll have to continue the journey without you. We don't know why you left us, and we're a little angry that you did, but Jessica (one of his daughters) reminded us, we forgive you because you would have forgiven any one of us. It won't ever be the same without you, but we will never forget you. We all love, and miss you very much and you'll be in our hearts forever. We'll continue making you proud of us because we'll never forget that that's what made everything worth while. Thanks for all the great memories.
Your friends and co-workers,
The FMF Int'l family.


I have so many memories of Marty and do not know where to start. This has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to deal with. I first met Marty when I was a little punk kid running around FMF. Years later I would have never thought that Marty would be heading up FMF Int.( Our new clothing business venture) Marty asked my Dad if I would be able to help him out with ideas and designs and for the next couple of years. I would meet with marty about once a week to go over new ideas, sales history and drive around Carlsbad, CA and listen to Marty tell so many amazing stories, I learned so much. Marty would always try to involve me whenever and wherever he could. Marty was not only someone who I would end up looking up to but he would also become one of my best friends. I was only half his age but when we were together he would turn 25 again. Marty has accomplished so many wonderful things in his life and I will continue to look up to him as a mentor and a friend and will never forget his smile and his desire to love his family, friends and his latest venture FMF Int. With the help of Marty and everyone at FMF Int December will be the highest grossing month in the history of this recent dream that Marty made reality. Marty I will never forget you, thanks for teaching me so much about business and always being there for everyone. You will always be in my heart and prayers.
Love, your friend LIL D
Donny Emler Jr. A.K.A "D"

Watching Marty win at Carlsbad was awesome! However my fondest memories are tied to many Sundays spent at Saddleback Park before that memorable day at Carlsbad: sitting on a milk crate next to Marty's mom Jacqueline, or affectionately Mother Moates, and chatting before and during practice and the races. She was proud of her sons, not just as MX racers, but as persons. The many testimonials on Marty's website prove that her pride was well justified.
My son Ron was covering the races for a local motorcycle newspaper at that time; one of his best race photos was of Marty at Saddleback. Thank you,Marty, for helping make those Sundays at Saddleback a very special time in this "motocross mother's" life.
Ileana Liel

I did not personally know Marty but I saw him one time at a race many years ago. He took the time to give an amateur MXer some riding advice and some very kind words about not giving up on the sport. He was one of my hero's in sport and in life and I will never forget the day he won the USGP at Carlsbad. I taped it from Wide World of Sports coverage and I think I watched it over a thousand times growing up! He was a great inspiration to me.He lived brilliantly and achieved success that shall for ever make his life a part of history.
-Robert Rishel

I have worked for No Fear since 1990. I knew Marty a couple years before that through his involvement with the Simo brothers, my bosses at Life's a Beach. Although I knew of Marty's MX history, it isn't really what he meant to me. He was my friend. He was the first person I always told everyone I would call if I was ever in trouble because there would be no reason for explanation and no hesitation in him riding in and saving me.
The world is full of Marty stories and the best thing about them is that to people who did not know him, they mostly seem like tall tales. I'll just share a couple.
Marty was a salesman at North County Ford and sold me a car about 16 years ago. It made me laugh because he didn't drive a new Ford like all the guys at the dealership drove. He had this P.O.S. car that was covered in fur with a blender for a hood ornament. They made him park it in back which made him love driving it to work that much more. He's the only guy I knew with a car hairier than he was.
He came to my desk once and got me and said he needed me to do him a favor and to grab my pencil and tablet. He drove us to some house way in the hills of God only knows where. He jumped over the fence and immediately started yelling at dogs that were barking at him. Then he told me to jump over and to hurry as he didn't know how
long he could fend off the dogs. I hesitantly jumped over and then he said , "I want my backyard to look like this one. Start drawing ." I drew feverishly while he would hold up his arms and yell at the dogs while periodically turning around to make sure I was still sketching away. If any of you have seen his backyard, that was a result of drawing while very frightened.
A couple of Thanksgivings ago. Marty's ulcers were really not treating him to well and all he could talk about was how bummed he was that he wouldn't be able to eat Thanksgiving Dinner. So I got some foam, and some paper mache' and made him a pink turkey ( it was supposed to be made out of antacid) and surrounded it in a cooking tray with baby food, rolaids, jello, pepto bismol, cream of wheat and every other bland thing you eat when your stomach turns on you.
He laughed so hard, I think it probably did more damage to his stomach than a real piece of food would have.
Marty came to visit me in my new offices last Wednesday to make sure I was ok and see how everything was going. ( after 16 years in one spot I recently moved) That's who he was. He was a great man and I will always consider him a brother. The world is a little less fun without him, but take it from a guy who laid in an anthill on his birthday covered in shrinkwrap and chocolate, it may be a little safer.
Erik Casillas
Art Director
No Fear

I first met Marty in 2001 at the Yamaha Race of Champions with my cousins Jim and Ron Pomeroy. We spent the weekend at the Glen Helen raceway were the races were being held and Marty told the story of him winning the USGP at Calsbad on a privateer LOP Yamaha. He said his father was sick in the hospital and when he went to see him on Monday morning he heard his father telling the nurses how proud he was because his son was on the television after he won the USGP. He said that was the happiest day of his life when his father told him of how proud he was of him. Sadly his father passed away just three days after Marty had become the first American to win the USGP at Carlsbad. It was a very touching story. A few days later I was with my cousin Jim and we went to No Fear and Marty gave us a tour of the very successful business he had helped start. Later that night we went to Marty’s house and had dinner with him and his wife. I lost my hero and my cousin Jim last summer as a result of a auto accident and was very sad to hear about Marty. I will never forget Marty Moates and how nice of a person he was and his great smile and the welcome he gave me at his house. He and Jim will be very missed.
Marc J Fernandez

Thank God I went to the race that day and saw Marty "smoke em all." What a great day. I will always be thankful for the proud feelings he gave each of us to take home that day. I wish peace and strength to his closest friends, and most sincerely his family.
Bye Marty, we'll miss you. God Speed, A Fan
Strotz Scott
PS. Do the tracks have less boulders up there?

As a huge fan Not only of motocross and motorcycle racing , I am deeply saddened by the death of Marty, I did not know him personally but did get to meet him, and he seemed like a great guy, anyone who's even remotely famous has to get at least a little tired of people at all the wrong times 'bothering" them, but he always had a smile!
Tell your friends tell your loved ones. YOU LOVE THEM!!!!
BP

I had unknowingly met Marty some years ago at a race track near San Diego. After the races were over I was asking this fast rider all about his bike, and how he set it up. He was very nice and spent quite a bit of time telling me all about it. It was sometime later that I was reading Dirt Bike magazine and realized who I was talking to: It was the great Marty Moates. The time that he spent talking to a “wet behind the ears” 15 year old kid made me feel like someone special. You never know the humanity you can spread by being nice to a complete stranger. Especially to someone that looks up to you. A couple of years later my family had moved to Northern California where I bought and raced my OSSA Phantom. What a great day it was when Marty Moates started to ride and develop the Phantom. The great things that Marty had accomplished on the Phantom gave us much to be proud about. He was, and still is, a great OSSA hero. I had heard stories of Marty in the early days hauling his bikes in trunks of cars and backs of station wagons. I also heard about him buying a $50.00 car to get him and his bike from one national to another. Those of us that pushed five miles to a local track to ride could really admire that. I am sure that the hunger and the drive that he displayed inspired many others than just me. But that’s what great American leaders do, they selflessly inspire others to follow and reach a little higher. In my world, Marty Moates was a great American hero.
Godspeed,
Harold Koehler

My name is Ted Brotsch. I own a small motorcycle shop in Yucaipa, California. Today I got a phone call from my FMF rep. Same old business I guess. I decided to log on to the FMF website to check out some products when I saw that Marty had passed away. After calling back to find out what had happened, I was floored.He was just one of those who inspired me to do what I do today. In 1979, I was a 14 year old kid, who had recently moved to the little town of Yucaipa. The high school actually had a motocross team! I lived above the town, in the San Bernardino National Forest. Growing up here, in a virtual hot bed of motorcycles, everyone knew who Bob Hannah, Roger DeCoster, Malcolm Smith, Brad Lackey, Tony D, and Marty Moates were. Plus many more. These guys were heroes here. The AMA in Yucaipa is bigger than the NFL and Major League Baseball combined! I was lucky enough, later in life to work for Malcolm Smith for 6 years. A man who I greatly admire to this day as much as I did in 1971 as a young boy at the Orange Drive-In theater with my Dad. Working for Malcolm, I had managed to meet most of these guys at one time or another, including Marty.
We'll miss you Marty.
Ted Brotsch

What a trip, I am on dialup so it takes a while for the pictures to load photos, but when we were kids we had a move we would practice called the 'Marty Moates Move' where we would wheelie through a corner. The photo on the website is the photo we were inspired by...
Rob

I saw Marty win the "Hang Ten US Grand Prix" that year. We met a couple years later and I showed him the picture I shot during the race. He was humble, not arrogant. We then worked together in the car industry for awhile prior to his NF days. We would ride a couple times a week. The cool part was acquiring his old practice bike, then being able to try and keep up with him. He was real good for your ego, letting you stay just close enough to think you were doing great. Then you see that smile through the full face helmet, within seconds you could see no trace that he had even been on the same track just moments before. Far off in the distance was a wisp of dust going over the 2nd ridge. He was meant to be on 2 wheels. (More often only 1).
Then there was my bachelor party, only 4 of us cruising SD in the Fur mobile. Marty would find a hooker and entice her (I think it was a her?) to the car threatening me with bodily harm if I didn't comply. Then he would pull away as she was trying to climb in. The doors were furred shut. Luckily for me, none were able to enter. I did get a very sore arm for some reason. The ride home was interesting due to Marty turning the deck lid into a moving disco on the I-5 at 70 mph.
His Bachelor party, Tequila, Tequila, Coyote bar, More Tequila, Floor. Prior to the lose of memory, I remember Marty being gang tackled by several guys, and having a bowling ball locked to his ankle. This only fed his fire. I'm quite certain there were broken feet, fingers and toes due to the erratic flight pattern of his new friend. I feel the fog getting thick again to protect the innocent. These boys do like to play rough.
Hang over for two days, And no tequila until this last Tuesday. but only 1 for my friend.....
To Marty, thank you for always dropping whatever you were doing, just because you wanted to give your full attention.
I call you friend, and I forgive you.
Your friend
Bart Dixon

It was very sad to here of the passing of Marty Moates. I raced against Marty when he ventured down to Australia in the 80’s. We competed head to head on the Australian national circuit, I remember him to be a fierce competitor on the track and gentlemen off the track. During his time in Australia he help lift the profile of Australian MX and showed a lot of up and coming riders how it was done. Rest in peace Marty!
Vaughan Style

Marty was all about having fun, no matter what it was that you were doing, he loved to take it right to the edge! I was reminded of this incident yesterday by an email from a kid that played with us in a golf tournament. It was so typical Marty that I had to share it.
It was 5 years or so ago, and Chaparral was putting together the first of their annual celebrity golf tournaments, where you get to golf with your heroes. I was invited to play, as was Marty, and we were in a foursome with Anthony (the kid who sent me the email), and Brock Sellards, who was either leading or in second place, smack in the middle of the 125 National Championship series.
Anthony had a broken femur and a cast on up to his hip, so he was relegated to driving Brock's cart, keeping score and tending the flag, while me and Mr. Madman Marty had the other cart. Next thing I know, I heard Marty say, "Watch this..."
When you heard Marty Moates say, "Watch this", you either ducked, ran, covered or went along for the ride.
Ahead, was nothing but an asphalt downhill heading towards a narrow tunnel entrance that went under the 215 freeway. It's shaped like a halfpipe, rounded on the top corners and just wide enough for a golfcart to squeeze through down the middle.
Marty gassed the cart, picked up speed, and totally rammed Anthony and Brock's cart from behind so hard that both carts went up on two wheels, stunt-driver style, with ours touching down first. I will never forget the look of fear on Marty's face as we watched poor Anthony, crutches falling out the back, trying to save it! At the very last possible millisecond the wheels on Brock's side of the cart touched down, Anthony cranked the wheel to the left as hard as he could, and the cart barely entered the tunnel, ripping off the right side of the roof on the rounded corner of the entrance, as well as peeling off paint along the right side of the cart.
When we got to the other side Brock was livid! He was so pissed off at Marty that I don't think he spoke to him for about a year! Who could blame him? Had Anthony not pulled off the save of a lifetime, the national points leader would have been planted face-first into a wall of concrete and it wouldn't have been pretty! I don't think Brock even stuck around for the awards ceremony.
The whole thing rolled right off Marty's back and, according to the email I got yesterday from Anthony, he watched the National that weekend from the top of Marty's rig and the two of them stayed in touch...Typical Moates!
I'm going to miss him so much...so many stories to tell and there were even more yet to be written...now lost.
I'm looking forward to the day that a void replaces this pain in my heart...thanks for the memories, old friend.
Steve Bauer

David Bailey's reference to Marty at St. Petersburg was a vivid memory for me. Marty was spectacular to watch on our whooped-out sand tracks. He didn't float over the whoops like a ballet dancer, he attacked them like a Samaria warrior. He was a fierce competitor on the track, and when the racing was over, he was all ways ready to go have fun. Every year when I would see him at the Anaheim Supercross, we would swap stories about the old days at the Florida races, and he loved to tell those around us about the time we were racing in our vans in Daytona and he went over an elevated railroad crossing to beat me and crashed his van in doing it. I towed him home and he stayed with me while we fixed his van. Marty had a heart of gold and treated everyone like his best friend. I'll be back at Anaheim next year, and Marty will be there with me.
Thank you for this web site.
Bill West

I have known Marty for so long and have so many stories there isn’t enough bandwidth to send this email if I included half of them. I met Marty in 1978 at the Mammoth Mountain MX. Mammoth that year was one of my first professional races. I was really a nobody in the sport (never really became anybody in it either,) however Marty and I hit it off. I was with him the day before the USGP in 1980. I heard him call the newspaper and tell them he was going to win the race the next day, then I witnessed his prophecy. In the mid 80’s Marty and I both decided motocross had passed us by and we needed to get real jobs. What else could two guys with no real education to speak do besides sell cars? Nothing! Malcolm McCassy (senior) was a very close friend of ours at the time and was managing a car dealership in Orange County, so Marty and I became car salesmen.
We both lived in North County San Diego and worked the same shift so we could drive together. Since Marty and I were the new guys on the block we had to share an office at the end of the showroom. Every time a sales call came in on the phone the receptionist would page “Sales call line 2” and the race to everyone’s assigned cubical was on. I am the first to tell you, winning motocross races does not make you fast enough to beat a fat donut eating car salesman to the phone if they only have three feet to run. Since our office was all the way at the end of the showroom, we never got any sales calls. One day Marty when a sales call came in, I started to sprint down the showroom. Marty grabbed my arm and stopped me and told me to watch as the other salesmen ran into their offices. Because the offices were glass we could see all of them grab their phones in a race to win a customer. An interesting thing happened; the phone receivers remained attached to the phones. As the salesmen picked up the entire phone assembly they desperately shook and pried attempting to separate the receiver from the key pad. Marty looked at me laughing like only he could laugh and pulled out a tube of superglue from his pocket. Marty then walked down the hall and picked up the phone and sold his first car.

The last and best story really reflects Marty’s mission in his practical joking life. I once beat him to a sales call and really had a winner. Marty was so mad I got the call before he did that he came in my office, while I was still on the phone with this customer and jammed a tack into my thigh! As I screamed in pain for a few seconds, I realized my potential customer was still on the phone, or I thought. When I said “hello” into the receiver all I heard was a dial tone. Actually Marty’s laughter was a little louder.
Please, everyone remember that laugh. Only Marty could do the things he did and not get beat up. What a gift! I didn’t spend much time with Marty over the last several years. Up until my wedding, 18 years ago in which Marty was one of my groomsman, Marty, Mark and Brian Simo, Jeff Storm, Bob Haro and Rick Johnson (when he was in town and desperate to be involved in a real extreme sport) were inseparable. My advice is always keep your family the priority, but try to always keep your friends close. I didn’t do that over the years and even though Marty and I remained very fond of each other, I wish now that I spent more time with him.
God Speed Marty, God Bless you Heather, Dakota, Jessie and Nikki.
Lee Ramage

In the late 1970s I was swept up into the motocross/dirt biking scene, quickly becoming a follower of the sport, and a big Yamaha fan. The first GP I went to see was the 1980 USGP at Carlsbad and came away a fan of Marty Moates. It was great to see an "underdog" win against the world's best, but in retrospect considering Marty's combined toughness and backyard knowledge of Carlsbad, I guess it really wasn't so surprising. From then on I always think of Marty, LOP Racing, and the YZ465G together. He was an inspiration to all privateers. I never knew or met Marty personally but I always remembered him after that race and got a kick out of reading about him racing thereafter, including being the last rider to take a lap on the now closed Carlsbad track. But after reading the emails from others about him it is apparent that not only was he a great racer but an even greater human being who t ruely cared for others. This makes accepting his passing away even harder. After following the sport for 29 years I can still picture in my mind the faces of the top racers on the national & world scene back then. Marty is up there, and he always will be. Why Marty exited this world prematurely is not for most of us to know but let's take heart that he left a positive mark on those he touched and an inspiration to those who watched him race. Maybe The Almighty decided it was time for him to do the same in Heaven.
Marty, may you find peace and a place to race in Heaven. May God comfort your family.
Scott Corwin

I can't claim to have known Marty as well as others have, but our paths crossed almost daily back in the mid-late 70's, and he is definitely one person who will reside in my thoughts with fond memories of years gone by. Not many people have come into my life that I can remember after 30 years, but Marty is one that I will remember forever.
I was a mechanic at a small racing shop in Van Nuys, CA called Mid-Valley Cycles. I built pipes, worked on the bikes of customers and sponsored riders alike. Many a great rider walked through the doors of that small but successful motorcycle racing shop, but Marty is one that I will never forget.
I can remember his smiling face, and that evil little grin that would appear just before he would play a practical joke on some unsuspecting member of that shop. It was always great fun to have him around, even though we somehow knew that our lunch would mysteriously be sabotaged before he left for the day. Styrofoam cups and acetelyne torches seemed to be the tools of the trade for Marty, the practical joker. But, more importantly, you never used the bathroom while he was in the shop, either!
I remember his nickname around the shop being, "Mangler-Moates", because of his unwaivering desire to win at all costs...even if it meant destroying his bikes during a race. His bikes, Ossa's and KTM's, would literally have to be rebuilt between motos because he would man-handle them into submission to achieve the kind of results he did. Chains would be stretched, bars would get bent, levers would be broken off, spokes would be broken, shift levers would be twisted into aluminum pretzels, and brake shoes would be worn to the metal. It was always interesting to see what he could do to his bikes during a race. I think I replaced more connecting rods and clutch plates on his bikes than anyone else's who rode out of that shop! I never envied your future mechanics, but I was so proud to personally watch you win the USGP at Carlsbad....I was just hoping that your bike would hold together for both motos.
He was a big, burly guy, and we often arm-wrestled in the shop to see who would buy lunch that day. I'm a pretty big guy, and I had to buy my share of lunches for Marty.
I have not lived in California for some time now, but several years ago I saw his name appear on TV at the Race of Champions at Glen Helen Park. I had no idea where he had been or what he was doing since we went our separate ways back in the late 70's after Mid-Valley Cycles. From the moment I saw his smiling face at that race while being interviewed on TV, I just knew that I had to somehow reconnect with him. Every time I would travel back to California, I would try to make plans to somehow stop by and look him up at No Fear in Carlsbad, but my trips were always just a little too short to make the trip down South to see him. I always said, "Next trip, for sure. He'll still be there when I return again."
Well, I am deeply saddened by the fact that I waited just one trip too long to visit with my old friend again. Damn, Marty. Don't you know how many people love and respect you? You can count me in as one of those who will always remember you fondly, and had wished that we could have been there for you in your time of need. I'm sorry that our reunion will have to wait for another time. You left us way too soon.
Bob Evans...the guy who had to fix all those pipes that you smashed.

This is just a heart-felt thank you for your efforts in getting the awesome website up for Marty Moates. It is a class act, and a tribute to a pure legend. I got to know Jim Pomeroy this past year at the AHRMA races, and he was another legend that was as genuine and down-to-earth as they come. It seems Marty was exactly from the same mold. Wished I had known him, what a man and what a life. the 80 USGP win was a high water mark in motocross for all involved over the years. An event you never forget.
What an inspiration.......
God speed Marty ....RIP and you'll be in our hearts......
Terry Gates

I met Marty in 1991. He was my boyfriend’s best friend. Naturally we spent a lot of time with him, and he eventually got me a job at No Fear, very near the beginning for that company. In the years I worked with Marty, we shared many adventures, trips, and crazy nights out with the boys. On the night he met his wife, Heather, we’d been planning to kidnap Ross Neglia (from No Fear) and take him to Tijuana for some debauchery! Ross talked some sense into us and we went to sushi in Rancho Santa Fe instead. Now, there was this beautiful woman sitting a few seats down at the sushi bar. She was with a date. Marty was so fascinated with her, that he ordered me (as he was my boss J ) to go and sit with her date when she got up to go to the bathroom. I did so, and upon her return, she was forced (or probably she wanted to…) to sit in my former seat next to Marty. Many know that Marty was famous for buying you a shot of Bacardi 151 and then peer pressuring you into drinking it…well, that’s just what he did, and “the date” and I had a bonding moment over not wanting to drink it. Heather just was a good sport and drank her shot with Marty. We ended up all spending the evening together, going to another bar, and staying out too late as usual. In the morning, Marty called me, and just as I was about to ask him if he got the number of the truck that ran me over…he asked me if I remembered her phone number. I did, and I gave it to him. The rest is history. I have so many other memories of Marty, as I know everyone who has ever had the pleasure of meeting him, does. He has changed my life in so many ways; I don’t think he ever knew.
Thank you, Marty. For living. I mean REALLY living. So many people do not.
Jessica Moreno

I still remember the night I got a call from Marty's Mom, things weren't going well in Florida with Rickman. Being a good friend and sometime mechanic for Marty Tripes, whom he was traveling with, she asked me to crate up his motorcycle to ship to Florida. I didn't know Marty well, but we both knew who each other were, running with the same bunch of guys. I can remember hanging out at Carlsbad with Marty, Marty Tripes, Wayne Boyer, and others. Suddenly it doesn't seem that many years ago !! Godspeed Marty !! - I know you will be missed by many. Thanks for the memories !
Doug Bishop

I first met Marty in Western Australia when he & Jim Ellis came over for there 1st Aussie excursion, some wild & enjoyable social moments were had by all.
In 1983 Marty then moved down to our shores to race full time, we all admired his skill,toughness & most of all that personality of his that was so infectious. It was the 1st round of our Mr Motocross round that i remember walking up to the start line & here was Marty beside us with his RM 500 Suzuki complete with a cardboard "winged keel", as we had just won the America's cup the day prior, Moatsey said this was his secret weapon. Many a great battles on the race track & many social encounters will stay with all of us here in Australia as Marty touched us all that had the pleasure of his company.
A true champion & friend, condolences to the family .
Ray "GOOF" Vandenberg

Damn Marty!
I just started to know you the last couple years!
You were a bit freaky with your jokes but man!... did you live life hard !
I can also say you were the only guy I know from Carlsbad who kept it real!
we're all missing you.
Ludo

Back in 1980, I recorded that infamous 500cc USGP at Carlsbad Raceway on Betamax! I had watched
that video what seemed like hundreds of times and probably just wore that tape out until it melted. I was
able to persuade my Dad to drive me to Carlsbad Raceway when we were in the area one summer from
NYC where I grew up. It was like a dream to see and climb up the "Devils Drop" section of the track, that
very place that Mr. Moates threw one arm in the air in the final moto of that great day. Marty Moates
was a hero and always will be to me. Thank you for the inspiration!- -
-Randy Isip

After the Spanish GP Marty gave his jersey to a Spanish boy who he had befriended. In Spain they were in love with Jim Pomeroy so when Marty arrived on a Spanish brand everyone was excited about a new Pomeroy. Giving his jersey to the kid after the race was pretty awesome and I'm sure that boy, now a man still treasures it.
Brian Riley

Although proud to be the guy on the cover of the Sept. 80' issue of Dirt Bike, I've always felt Marty belonged there.
What he did at Carlsbad was so awesome! I even bought my own 81' YZ 465 after that great moment in time. I
remember chasing Mark White's Husky up the Carlsbad Freeway at the Golden State National for several laps as
I imagined being pelted by Heikki Mikkolas' roost. Those welts were badges of honor. Marty ignited many of our
imaginations and gave us more desire to succeed.
At the 82' Golden State in Huron, CA, during practice, Marty, Mike Bell and I were sitting on our bikes at a turn
that had 4 teton jumps leading up to a left flat hairpin. We were all amazed at Magoos' ability to come out of the
preceding right hand sweeper, hit the first teton while flicking his RC125 totally left, land in the hairpin with brakes locked and roost down the next straight. Marty took off on his 500, came around, cleared all 4 like Magoo but wound
up in the gillaweeds. He rode back over with a big smile shaking his head. Needless to say we found that 2&2 still
made 4.
To his family and close friends, you all have a true action hero watching over you now. Godspeed Marty!
Rod Brand

My thoughts and prayers are with Marty and his family and friends. It has been 20 years or so since I spent time with Marty his wife at the time and others in Penasquitos. He and Laurens (founder, owner and Martys bike builder at lop which laurens owned and turned into the model privateer team) were close then and Marty was hanging at Laurens' house on Quinton Ave.
Laurens and Marty did not stay close, I imagine because various business issues that arose, but at the time they were the best of friends. Laurens (best man at my 'first wedding') and Mr. Moates were a great comedic pair, as well as intelligent, entertaining, unique young men.
I pray Marty is at peace in whatever place he, and we move on to after out time, on this earth.
I now realize once again how precious each and every day we have with our families and those we love is, and try to keep that in mind when jolted by sad events such as Marty's early departure.

Kevin McGuigan

This took me a while, for me to write an entry about Marty. There are so many reason's I did not post on here for a while. Part of me is and was in shock, part of me had disbelief and the other part was and still is terribly sadden and upset. Marty Moates was a tremendous mentor, boss, friend, father figure and all out a great person. I meet Marty in February 2005 in an interview. Marty had a friend post a job opening for a sales rep. for FMF International Inc on motonews.com. A good buddy of mine told me about the job that was open. I at the time was in a position that offered a comfort zone, yet I had no chance to climb a business latter or grow financially. Marty offered me a job here at FMF Int for less than I was making at the time, but promised me that this new venture would be fun, crazy, and chaotic at times. Marty had a way about him to convince me and everyone else that this would be the best step for business we could take, (he did not let any of us down). He did not promise me the world, but he promised me an honest shot to prove myself. I fast forward time to now where I am National Sales Manager for FMF Int. The period of time I have spent with Marty ahs been a rollercoaster ride, I have worn a dress out in public, daisy duke shorts to a bar, forced to dance with women twice my age to pay for my dinner, hitch hiked in freezing whether in down town Seattle with no t-shirt, walk through the streets of Compton LA at 3:00am (which is not a walk in the park), made bets (lost of BET'S, I even one a bet but there was foul play involved, Marty found out and the payout was 3 times worse), been pulled over by CHP in a rental car, only to have the office tell us to wait for another unit to arrive he had a bigger emergency (we drive off as soon as he was out of sight), watched Marty convince a pay a person to buy us Mc Donald's in the drive through since we lost all our money gambling, and could not get a cab ride through the drive through, been convinced that an easy up looks better on the roof of a building at the Chaparral sale, "and let me tell you the list goes on and on." I have experienced so much in so little time with Marty. I have never had the pleasure to meet a person who cared so much about everything outside work as much as he would care about what is going on in his company. The last day of his life we spent over an hour in his office with his door closed talking about how well business is going. Then for about 45 minutes we just talked about life, I told him about how my daughter said "dada" and he looked at me and said "isn't that the best feeling ever, I remember when my daughters said that, it is one of the best feelings in the world". He took a genuine care in my personal life as well as supporting and standing up for me in the business world. He would go to bat for me anytime and I would do the best I could to make him proud. I am deeply truly sadden by his death. We are pushing forward with the company that we built as a family, but our captain will be forever missed. God speed buddy we love and miss you!

Brandon Hearn
National Sales Manager
FMF International Inc

Sorry to hear off his passing, . when i was a kid i bought dirt bike mag and saw this article on marty and the line that will always stick in my mind was "marty moates, the art of the outa control ,in control" . he was one of the guys that inspired me to go schoolboy scrambling in 1977.never met ya marty but loved ya anyway . all the best to his family and friends .
Ian Morton in uk.

I write you from France and Marty was of my family, i didn't know him so much, just spent some holidays in his house with his daughter in 1997, anyway he was a very good person and i'm so sad because i just have learn what happen.
I don't know if you are in contact with them but it's my only way to have some news, just tell them that i'm Flore from France and that i present all my codolences to his mom Jacky, nikki et jessica.
sorry if i use your web site but i'me happy to see that Marty got this site in his memory because he deserve it....i see that even in france he's got fans who regret what happen.
Flore Bonsard

hate to hear that about Marty Moates. I'm a few years younger than Marty, I raced locally in the '70's and was at Carlsbad USGP in '78 & '79. You can view Marty's win at '80 USGP at www.vitalmx.com. I can remember to this day the Cycle News headline the next week. My best wishes to Marty's family.
Steve Tanner

I've been working lately trying to get an onsite monument at the site of the former Carlsbad Raceway. This is still in the conceptual stage, but there is support in the racing community and there is some support at the City of Carlsbad. The Mayor of Carlsbad thinks it's a great idea. He's asked me to get together some names and phone numbers of people that are in support of the project. I mentioned that it was too bad that Marty Moates (1st American to win the Carlsbad USGP) didn't live to see this, and his reaction was that his name should be added to it as well. Without a doubt.

If you guys could maybe send along some words of support to the email address or phone number below, attn: Mayor and Council, it would help the cause. 760-434-2830. or Council@ci.carlsbad.ca.us

Thanks for your help in making this idea of a Carlsbad Raceway memorial something that can happen.

I encourage you to forward the contact info for the City of Carlsbad, and this email to the local motorcycle and automotive racing communities. I've blind copied you all to keep the unwanted emails down to a minimum, and your privacy intact. Editors, any support you can lend to this project with some press would be appreciated. It wasn't just a motocross track. Superbikers, drags, professional and amateur road racing, vintage races.... Carlsbad was an asset to the entire racing community, and something should be there to mark where so much motorsports history took place.

To quote Gavin Trippe, the promoter of the Carlsbad USGP - "what happened there... made the world know Carlsbad was not some cave in NM!"

Thanks for your support
Norm DeWitt

I wanted to let you know that here in Australia, Marty raced for a while. He came out here with Jimmy Ellis in 1983 and raced some supercross races and the Mr Motocross series. Over here in Western Australia, he raced a few times, a couple of times in particular were memorable. The first was at Bunbury, and he finished the main event with a broken toe and two broken ankles. The second was in Perth, only a few days after Australia II’s big Americas cup win. As a tongue in cheek tribute, he ran a purpose built, miniature blue winged keel mounted on top of the rear fender of his Suzuki. As a 12 year old kid, I never forgot his character portrayed in those two moments…of both courage and humour.

Matt Rodier
Western Australia

It's been about a year since you left. We miss you. I miss you.

David Moates

 

My lateness for this e-mail can not be excused. I remember when Marty was in Australia riding for Suzuki and doing a training school with him at Broadford. H had time for everyone. And that cardboard wing keel tapped to the bottom of his bike at the starting line. The keel did not stay on long but my thoughts for him will not end until Ido. From all those little people whose hearts were touched by a great man you will be loved forever. I recall a time when we were training together and in true Marty fashion we left the track and just went hell for leather up the nearest hill to see how far we could get. Marty went first on his big Sussie, i followed him on my 125 Honda, as I approached Marty i can still picture him throwing rocks at me in jest, I did not know him as well as others but I will not forget him.

To his familly all my wishes and thank you.
Brian hunt
Just a small time rider who was gifted by his short time with a great man

 


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