The Thrill That Hooks You
Picture this: you’re at Long Beach, the air smells like race gas and ocean breeze, and you hear the unmistakable thunder of V8s bouncing off concrete walls. Then, launch. These 600-horsepower monsters hit the ramps, fly through the air like they forgot they were trucks, and somehow land on all fours. If you’ve ever seen a Stadium Super Trucks (SST) race, you know why fans can’t shut up about it. It’s unpredictable, it’s brutal, and it’s absolutely addictive.
I’ve been hooked since Robby Gordon cooked up this idea back in 2013. Take trophy trucks, shrink the venues, keep the horsepower, add ramps, and let the chaos sort itself out. It’s not just racing, it’s entertainment in its rawest form.
What Makes SST Different
SST trucks are spec beasts: about 600 hp from Chevy LS V8s, built tough with long-travel suspension, designed to take the hits. But here’s the twist. Drivers draw their trucks randomly before the weekend. You don’t get to pamper “your” truck all year. You get what you’re handed, you tweak suspension and alignment, and then you drive the wheels off it.
That randomness levels the field. You don’t win because you out-spent the next guy. You win because you can throw a truck sideways at 120 mph, bounce off a wall, hit a ramp, and still come out grinning.
2025 Season So Far
Let’s talk about this year. Honestly? It’s thin. The only official event so far was at Long Beach in April. Two races, one weekend, and they delivered.
- Race 1: Max Gordon, son of Robby, snagged the win. Yep, the kid’s carving his own legend.
- Race 2: Myles Cheek answered back with a victory, keeping things spicy.
After Long Beach, Max sits at the top of the standings, just a single point ahead of Cheek. Matt Brabham’s right there too. On paper, it looks like a showdown brewing. In reality? We don’t even know when the next green flag will drop.
The Generational Shift
Here’s the storyline nobody can ignore: Max Gordon. The teenager’s not just “Robby’s kid” anymore. He’s leading the championship, pulling off clean wins, and proving he belongs. It’s the classic motorsport generational baton pass, but happening in real time with the guy who founded the series still on the grid. That tension, father vs. son, mentor vs. rival, might be the best narrative SST has ever had.
The Thin Calendar Problem
But let’s not sugarcoat it. As much as I love SST, the 2025 calendar is looking more like a suggestion than a season. The schedule page literally says “tentative.” Right now, we’ve got Long Beach in the books and… crickets. No word on Adelaide, no Vegas, no Charlotte. One race weekend doesn’t make a season, no matter how spectacular.
The elephant in the paddock: is SST on life support? Fans whisper it, forums debate it, and honestly, the silence from organizers doesn’t help. Promoters love the show, but logistics and safety concerns keep biting. International venues raise costs. And crashes, well, they’re part of the DNA, but they also scare off sanctioning bodies.
Why It Matters
Here’s why I care enough to rant about it: SST is one of the few series that still feels dangerous, unpolished, and alive. You don’t need to know every driver’s backstory to enjoy it. You just need to watch one launch off a ramp and somehow stick the landing. It’s the kind of motorsport that makes kids beg their parents to buy toy trucks and ramps. That matters. Without it, racing risks becoming sterile, just another TV product.
A Series at the Crossroads
The fanbase is loyal but nervous. We love the carnage, but we’re tired of wondering if next year will even happen. Max Gordon’s rise could be the shot in the arm the series needs, a new face, a new rivalry, something to hype. But without a proper calendar, it’s like dangling steak in front of starving dogs. We want more, not less.
If SST fades away, it won’t be because the racing sucked. It’ll be because the business side couldn’t keep up. And that’s tragic, because you don’t find another series where trucks literally jump each other mid-race.
So yeah, I love Stadium Super Trucks. Always have, probably always will. But I’m worried. The chaos is still there, the talent is still rising, the fan energy still hums. What’s missing is certainty. One weekend of mayhem a year isn’t enough.
The trucks are still flying, but for how long? That’s the real jump we’re all holding our breath for.
