And what a blinding weekend we had.
The weather was outstanding, i loaded up the bike in pissing rain and lightening but by the time we had driven 7 hours o the other side of the country the weather was sunny, warm and crisp.
The racing was fantastic. the first race of the rookies was re-started 4 times as people kept on crashing.
I was mid corner when i felt the back of my bike step out sideways, it was nothing alarming , It just made me feel a bit more like Mert Lawill. It wasnt till i looked across on the next corner that i saw a big pile of bikes in a heep that it suddenly dawned on me what had happend. My mate Tom had ridden into my back wheel crashed with a whole bunch of others.
3 more big accidents and restarts later (fucking amazing that i stayed upright) and i crossed the line 3rd or 4th. when i looked in my tank there was no fuel left in it.
That was bloody lucky.
In the final i started in 6th, lost a couple of places on the first corner but managed to finnish 5th. I dont know what the overall result is yet as they havent been published.
Andrew Collinson Holding the no 2 here (another top bloke) actually won the race and the rookie championship but there was a slight mix up with the results , Im not taking away anything from Pete there as his raced a blinder and wone most of his races that day, but that is something that they will sort out, iT dont make much odds to Andrew though as he still won the rookie class for this year. Well done.
The last race of the pro finals was bloody amazing aswell. And for me one of the high lights was watching the tiney juniors hammer around the track there was two young gromes that had a right battle through every race and the little lad in the brite pink helmet did so well but in the final he fell whilst being in the lead, it was such a shame, but thats racing and life aswell i guess.
I cant wait for next season. roll on April (not too fast though as i need time to build another bike).
Man that is a bloody time machine. I had a 350 LC when i was 19, and as soon as i rode this i was back there 19 again. It was bloody ace fun, fireing into the powerband tucked behind the screen, popping wheelies through quiet villages hanging off the side and loosing the back end mid-corner. I was smiling for hours.
No wonder i hurt myself when i had one.
I felt like i had done it proud in the jeans, trainers and leary jacket with a silver visor. all that was missing was a 'Simpson Bandit' and a school full of 6th form girls.
Late 1980's early 90's in a flick of an ignition switch and that double "NEEERPP NEEERP" of the powervalve setting it self. If none of that makes any sence to you i am truley sorry.
You will just have to have a go on one, and i dont just meen to the corner and back. you need to ride it on quiet twistys, to a chip shop, past a gaggle of Girls and then, eventually when you are stood by the side of the road and the coppers are telling you "that you are not Barry Sheene", then you will understand...