Post by quazi on Apr 17, 2015 20:54:17 GMT
Well, I may aswell post up something.
What a fooking disaster for the first one of the year, the weather was a joke. You name it, it did it!
To add insult, the Friday (setting up day) was glorious sunshine and warm, was looking good for the weekend ahead. How wrong was that, the Saturday started off wet, grey, windy and overcast.
Time for practice, on about my third lap a gust of wind hit the side of the bike coming out the 1st essess almost pushing me off the track under power, then it started raining, so head down carry on until somebody cut the practice short with an engine blow up, clouds of smoke, which I managed to avoid, then I came in, that's when the fun started!
The track temperature was so cold the tyres were tearing up, grip wasn't good.
Just as I was fumbling to put the bike back on its stands, another gust blew through my pit awning and I dropped my helmet, square on the floor, pissed off, you could say that.
I got the bike and helmet sorted, then went off to evaluate the situation, upon my return to the pit awning, my spares/bits and bobs trolley was now lying on the floor half against the bike. The trolley had spilt its guts all over the floor, including my fooking helmet again, tools, oil, electrical bits, spare bike battery the fooking lot.
Right about then, the awning was constantly trying to take off, the rain was on and off like whores draws, I thought FUCK this, I'm out. I couldn't see the point, the whole weekend was going to be a fooking disaster, no good was to come of it and I was supposed to be doing this for fun!
I couldn't leave the site until the racing had finished for the day (what racing they managed to get, it was stop start all day) so we packed it all away during the dry-ish spells and left the site at around 5pm with a face like a smacked arse!
Call it experience, luck, hindsight, or just plain being a clever c**t, it turns out they had a right mare of a day on the sunday, half a day due to the weather, a few crashes, engine failures etc. All in all a bloody good call on my part I would say.
It is a real shame when the weather is this hole of a country wrecks what could/should have been a great weekend, but that's racing. If I were still in my 20's I'd be foolish enough to crack on then promptly crash out due to youthfull enthusiasm being oblivious to blindingly obvious!
Thankfully, I'm older and wiser to make an educated decision and walk away with both arms and legs intact to ride another day.
Hats off to those that stuck it out (and to those that wished they hadn't), but I'm not in it to fight against freak weather, I need a complete bike to have another go.
Whether I do anymore this year is in debate, mainly due to having a trip booked in September which I need the bike for, 3 days of hooning around Aragon in Spain. The bike is now on the bench having new rearsets and I'm rewiring it, as I've been adding to it since my build and it's starting to get a bit messy.
If you read this far, thank you.
What a fooking disaster for the first one of the year, the weather was a joke. You name it, it did it!
To add insult, the Friday (setting up day) was glorious sunshine and warm, was looking good for the weekend ahead. How wrong was that, the Saturday started off wet, grey, windy and overcast.
Time for practice, on about my third lap a gust of wind hit the side of the bike coming out the 1st essess almost pushing me off the track under power, then it started raining, so head down carry on until somebody cut the practice short with an engine blow up, clouds of smoke, which I managed to avoid, then I came in, that's when the fun started!
The track temperature was so cold the tyres were tearing up, grip wasn't good.
Just as I was fumbling to put the bike back on its stands, another gust blew through my pit awning and I dropped my helmet, square on the floor, pissed off, you could say that.
I got the bike and helmet sorted, then went off to evaluate the situation, upon my return to the pit awning, my spares/bits and bobs trolley was now lying on the floor half against the bike. The trolley had spilt its guts all over the floor, including my fooking helmet again, tools, oil, electrical bits, spare bike battery the fooking lot.
Right about then, the awning was constantly trying to take off, the rain was on and off like whores draws, I thought FUCK this, I'm out. I couldn't see the point, the whole weekend was going to be a fooking disaster, no good was to come of it and I was supposed to be doing this for fun!
I couldn't leave the site until the racing had finished for the day (what racing they managed to get, it was stop start all day) so we packed it all away during the dry-ish spells and left the site at around 5pm with a face like a smacked arse!
Call it experience, luck, hindsight, or just plain being a clever c**t, it turns out they had a right mare of a day on the sunday, half a day due to the weather, a few crashes, engine failures etc. All in all a bloody good call on my part I would say.
It is a real shame when the weather is this hole of a country wrecks what could/should have been a great weekend, but that's racing. If I were still in my 20's I'd be foolish enough to crack on then promptly crash out due to youthfull enthusiasm being oblivious to blindingly obvious!
Thankfully, I'm older and wiser to make an educated decision and walk away with both arms and legs intact to ride another day.
Hats off to those that stuck it out (and to those that wished they hadn't), but I'm not in it to fight against freak weather, I need a complete bike to have another go.
Whether I do anymore this year is in debate, mainly due to having a trip booked in September which I need the bike for, 3 days of hooning around Aragon in Spain. The bike is now on the bench having new rearsets and I'm rewiring it, as I've been adding to it since my build and it's starting to get a bit messy.
If you read this far, thank you.
