Well, its been around 18 months since Riff Raff got her opportunity to hang off the back of an outfit 'round Pukekohe, I chickened out or had to work that day or some shit. She's loved every day of telling me how awesome it was and what a poof I am so wen the offer arrived, there was no way I could turn it down.
Divvo spent the previous evening winding me up with coments like "You ever had a broken colar bone" and "You'll be buying the piss when ya fall off you know", I put on a brave face and told him I wasn't scared of him but watching the big number 27 long chair pass the Lawrence brothers like they found a reverse gear, had me a little concerned.
In the pits and on the 10 minute call, Kickaha (thanks mate) gives me 5 minutes of tuition and says "Thats more than I got, get out there." Fuck. Should my mouth be this dry?
Leathers and helmet on, sitting on the "chair", Dave fires the 1300 up. Your heads right next to the airbox and whoa baby! this thing sounds angry. We roll down pit lane and I'm buzzing, tryin to remember the scant advice given. Sue's down in the hairpin with a camera so I hope to god I at least make it that far.
We're waved out onto the track, and start picking up a bit of speed. Poor old Dave trys to keep the thing going in a straight line as I scramble all over the back looking for hand holds and trying to get sort of comfortable (sorry man). Cruisin' through turn one and the esses, I'm thinkin, this is pretty cool, a little bumpy but good fun. Exit Castrol, I hear the thing start to wind up then "Fuck me, we're goin a bit quick". Remembering Waricks advice of giving myself a relax, I try to bury my head behind the body work. The rig seems to be not accelerating so Ipoke my head up and Daves busy trying to give the crew on another bike a high five. WTF? Brakes on, and just before the hairpin, I throw myself over the drive wheel, grab the lowest hand hold, and hang on like fuck, thinkin "Christ I hope that looked good for the camera"
Dave started to wick it up a little from there. You can tell quite easily because the 10 inch slick on the back is howling and the outfits accelerating like you've got no fucken idea. Through the lefts before the hill, I got braver eachlap, tryingto hang off as much as possible, head right down by the chair wheel. Had to @duck@ a few times to avoid the tyres on the inside of the turn. Later Warwick tells me I didn't need to that much as Dave likes to hop the wheel over the curb there.
After 4 laps I was absolutely fucked. Sweating like a pig, arm pump to the max and thoroughly amped. It was without a doubt the biggest buzz I've had on a track and I'd do it again in a heart beat. Except 65 kg of White trash aint worth shit when it comes to getting almost 200 hp on the ground.
Huge thanks to Divvo for A. Not chucking me off as he threatend and B. Letting me experiance the thrill of an outfit and Kickaha for the spot on the bike and coaching and of course the lovely Riff raff for the cool photos.
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Originally Posted by Tank
Ya reckon 65kg of White Trash wasn't worth much...try 55kg of Goblin! I take my hat off to the sidecar guys...they got balls to do it fulltime! As for our Champions Scrivy and Sidecarbob....Yeehaaa!! You guys rock!
Divvo & Kickaha did bloody well in the last race too. Well done guys!
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not like Divvo's long thing...
hee hee....
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