WITH A TWIST OF HIS SEGWAY'S handgrip, Mike Akatiff goes off looking for a
fight. Deftly navigating the nerdy scooter, he glides past dozens of tented,
makeshift motorcycle race pits set up in the middle of Utah's Bonneville Salt
Flats. The oil-stained outpost, situated on top of an ancient lakebed in western
Utah, is littered with bikes in various states of assembly: a custom-framed
Harley here, an ancient Enfield there, and crazy-modded Suzukis and Kawasakis
all over the place. Akatiff barely gives a glance. Almost nothing in this internal-combustion
ghetto can sniff at the monster machine he's brought.
Akatiff, 61, rolls up to a crowd of greasers, hog riders, 5-Ballers, dirtbags,
biker babes, and one of the guys he's looking for: Denis Manning. Like Akatiff,
the 60-year-old Manning is here to set the salt on fire. Both of them have built,
from the ground up, supercustomized vehicles called motorcycle streamliners:
rocket-shaped, fully enclosed bikes that pack gobs of horsepower and can travel
faster than 300 miles per hour. Each man has come to this September 2006 eventformally
known as the International Motorcycle Speed Trials by BUBto pursue the most
elusive prize in the obscure sport of land-speed racing: the official record
and bragging rights that go to the creator of the world's fastest motorcycle.
Manning steps into the bed of a pickup and calls a couple hundred people to
attention. As the meet's chief moneyman and founder, he dutifully reviews a
few rules for the riders, most of whom have brought less exotic hardware and
would love to touch 150 miles per hour. "If you can't stop, veer away from the
interstate," Manning says. "Avoid hitting the portable toilets bordering the
track." Then the potbellied Manning, a 40-year veteran of the salt whose nickname
is BUB (for "big ugly bastard"), gets down to more personal needs.
"Cooperate with the streamliners," he says while zeroing in on Akatiff, a
tall, wide-shouldered guy who's standing even taller on his Segway. "We want
to make sure history is done here."
That won't be easy. In a sport that's often guilty of more show than go, the
streamliners have had a bad run in recent times. Every year, two or three of
the sleek machines arrive at the salt full of promise. And every year they tank.
The rigs' owners, drivers, and crews usually have good excuses (wet salt, bad
crosswinds), but for whatever reason, the current motorcycle speed record of
322 miles per hour—set here on a streamliner by rider Dave Camposhasn't
been beaten for 16 years.
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Speed rivals Manning and Akatiff with their streamliners, Seven and Ack Attack (Tom Fowlks)
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Which, to Akatiff, does not compute. A goal-oriented entrepreneur and gearhead
who only recently decided to get involved in land-speed racing, he's the methodical
type. This morning, he had his uniformed six-man crew up and ready at dawn,
and he'll tell you again and again that what a job like this needs most is organization
and focus.
"To me, it's pretty simple," Akatiff explained in his San Jose warehouse/garage
two months before heading off to Bonneville. "Design everything around what
it will take to do the job."
Just minutes after the 11-mile-long, arrow-straight track opens,
Akatiff and his crew roll their 20-foot, $125,000 streamliner, the Ack
Attack, to the starting line. Akatiff checks his pre-race to-do
list and turns to his rider—a compact, mustached guy named Rocky Robinson.
"Suit up," he says.
Robinson is a 45-year-old streamliner veteran who badly wants to nab
the record, in part because he's got a personal feud going with Manning. He
zips up his racing suit and shimmies into the streamliner. After squeezing supine
into a cockpit that's as claustrophobic as a coffin, his butt just six inches
off the ground, he hopes to top out at nearly half the speed of sound. Once
Robinson is in place, Akatiff gives the nod. The deep-blue land missile
starts up with a smooth and guttural blat.
Correspondent ANDREW TILIN's most recent feature was "This Is Your Life," our May fitness cover story.