scracha
28th September 2009, 19:48
Well dickhead here starts the day by putting his back out good style (dunno how). I'm flat out on the garage floor before Deano comes and gives me a cracking good cuddle. I'm now officially his bitch.
F2 Qualifying :- Onto the scary bike. I'm doing rubbish and slow down a bit so I can follow someone slightly less rubbish. Qualify 30th with a 1.20. Still can't get the bloody ZX-6R turning.
PC89 Junior Qualifying: I take it easy:- A sniff under 1.25 and I'm 10th on the grid.
"the Drew" arrives and asks me the stupid "how does the bike feel?" question again. I tell him I'm really to sell the bloody thing as I can't make it turn. He calls me an arse, twiddles something on the rear of the bike and raises it's arse by 3mm.
F2 Race 1:- Moooooooooore slipping the clutch but this bike doesn't launch well. Unlike on the 400, I go easy into the first few corners and get swamped a little. Well fark me, it feels like a different bike. At the hairpin I actually keep up with another 600 and we pass a load of SV's before higgins. Ying to the yang is that "the odd wee headshake" is now "wow fuck she's trying to kill me on every corner".......but it's fun aye. If Jay ran this without a steering damper he was either very fat or very crazy! The usual suspects of Aria, Nick's 749 and Wharfy are in front of me. On lap 2 I pass Aria under brakes into Higgins. Think I passed Wharfy a lap or later and then an orange bike gives me some extra motivation. Clive is fairly cranking it so it is with great pleasure that I sail past him braking into T1 about 3 laps later. All the while I've been dicing with Nick's 749. Once past Clive I put my head down as I'm sure he'll give chase. I'm surprised to see a fair gap behind me a couple of laps later. I pull a low 1.16. I'm a happy bunny.
PC89 Junior Race 1:- Jump back on my little ricer and assume the origami position. Pretty crap start. After the 600, everything feels like it's being played in slow motion and it's seriously trippy. Dice with Frenchy for a bit but it's plain to see he's not even pushing. I keep in the fight by slipstreaming him, outbraking him and generally screwing up his corner exits. We slow each other down too much and some old geezer on a green ZXR passes us like we're standing still. Enjoyable race. Caned arse off CBR. Think I'm wheelspinning out of T1 but it's just the clutch slipping. Oh dear. 1.23s...oh dearie me. Best time in lap 2 says it all really.
The ZX6R rear is stepping out quite a bit though so Drew persuades the talented Mr Shirrifs to put near new slick in my direction. Top man. I take about 1.5hours changing the Rizla thin brake pads much to everyone's amusement. Thank ged Drew did the tyre change otherwise I'd still be there. A few beers works better than painkillers for the back. Helen keeps the awkward silences at bay over the BBQ. Onto Sunday.
F2 Race 2:- I'm a bit cagey about my mechanical abilities so take it easy on the brakes for a couple of laps. Biiig mistake...F2 boys and girls say "faak you stupid scotchyman". Track feels a lot colder and everyone seems sleepy. Start getting on gas earlier and earlier but rear has no hint whatsoever of stepping out....mind over matter I guess. Aria, Wharfy & Clive and are despatched over the next few laps...mostly under brakes. Gawd that bike can brake. My arms feel like popeye. ZX-6R mysteriously goes down a gear coming out of splash and I have a moment but other than that it's all sweet. Jase "the ace" flies past me on his 748 like I'm standing still just to keep my brain in perspective. Best lap a mid 1.17. Cable tie experiment confirms I'm bottoming out forks. Drew isn't here and I have no idea what the twiddly things do so fuggit.
PC89 Junior Race 2:- Good start. Go up inside for a change as everyone leaves me a nice big gap. Try dicing with Frenchy and co but by about lap 4 there's a good 4 or 5s in front of me. Blue bike about 8s behind me for whole race. Yawn. I back off too much about lap 8 and 9 and by lap 10 he's on my arse. Oops. Pull out a couple of fast laps out of the bag and pip him to the post by 0.05s. Caned arse off CBR again, still best of 1.23. Confirms it's a bit farked as I could do them in my sleep last year. Coolant bottle dripping a little but nothing major. Quite frankly I'm fucked off at the lack of power it's making against the other bikes and don't like not being able to give it to Frenchy and co.
Aside from beating Clive, my goal is consistent 1.16's, to find out just when a rear slick will break traction and it would be nice to dip into the 1.15's.
F2 Race 3 :- About 10,000RPM and it doesn't bog down quite as much at the start. I even outdrag some SV650's into the first corner (idiot). Clive is going hard out from the offset and has obviously gained some insight from his F1 & LG excursions. Red rag..bull...so I follow. Wharfy brings the fight to me good style for a couple of laps more so once I'm dicing with Clive's CBR6 and Nick's 749. This time it takes me about 7 laps to deal with Clive (not helped by losing about 2s to a pant staining false neutral going into higgins) and once I leave him n' Nick to dogfight I spend a few seconds doing a risk analysis of "can I catch Aria or not?" before realising it's the final race, I'm not going for championship points and I should HARDEN THE FUCK UP (Paul and Drew would be so proud) so I put the head down and start reeling her in. I'm a lap short of this goal but I'm happier being beaten by a girl than by Clive :whistle:
Goals? The slick just doesn't move, even at stupid angles of lean (ok..I briefly scuffed my slider on the final corner a couple of times). AMAZING. 1.16's every moving lap and for one lap I dip into the 1.15's. I'm over the moon.
PC89 Junior Race 3 :- Cold front tyre as warmer had farked out, not helped by the officials not giving me even 10 seconds to get to the dummy grid after the F2 race..end of gripe. Pretty good start. Put squeeze on inside of Frenchy but into T2 tweety outdragged me (sob). Dicing with a ye'olde Ducati. He was very slow on final corner but tried slipstreaming him for the tow. Pretty good on brakes for a big bike. Backed off after a VERY near miss into the hairpin. Not worth binning for an extra point. Nobody else doing similar times...it's either 1.20's or 1.26's. At least 10s in front of next bike. Commuted for remainder of race, even waved & pulled faces at photographers as I was so bored. Tried some stoppies into T1 and higgins but the front tyre kept chirping cos I'm ham fisted. Guess what...more 1.23's.
PC junior is frankly boring without the big bikes to play.
It sounds stupid but this back to back class thing (24 lappers!) is doing my racing a power of good. I don't have time for the nerves to kick in and I'm having to think more about conserving my energy, breathing and concentration. Seem to be making a lot less mistakes and being more consist ant.
The final corner is MINE again. Need to work on the bloody hairpin though.
Tyre warmers are a shite rip off and I'm sick of replacing them.
Hero of the event award has to go to AJ Chappell
This shit talking wouldn't be possible without the assistance of:-
Drew - ZX-6R prep, airport Chauffer, motivation.
Clive - Wellington Chauffer, LOTS of motivation :whistle:, good cook too
Paul - By all accounts, making me look stupid on the Hurricane
Deano - Temp back doctor. Shifting the ZXR
Martin - Taking the CBR and most of my shit to and from his place...top man.
Mumbles - Top groupie. Know me before you judge me.
Toast - Amazing comeback buddy. Your van driving is scarier than Drew's. Munching an Indian is preferable to Chinese. :2thumbsup
VMCC - Fuggin top people. Support them.
F2 Qualifying :- Onto the scary bike. I'm doing rubbish and slow down a bit so I can follow someone slightly less rubbish. Qualify 30th with a 1.20. Still can't get the bloody ZX-6R turning.
PC89 Junior Qualifying: I take it easy:- A sniff under 1.25 and I'm 10th on the grid.
"the Drew" arrives and asks me the stupid "how does the bike feel?" question again. I tell him I'm really to sell the bloody thing as I can't make it turn. He calls me an arse, twiddles something on the rear of the bike and raises it's arse by 3mm.
F2 Race 1:- Moooooooooore slipping the clutch but this bike doesn't launch well. Unlike on the 400, I go easy into the first few corners and get swamped a little. Well fark me, it feels like a different bike. At the hairpin I actually keep up with another 600 and we pass a load of SV's before higgins. Ying to the yang is that "the odd wee headshake" is now "wow fuck she's trying to kill me on every corner".......but it's fun aye. If Jay ran this without a steering damper he was either very fat or very crazy! The usual suspects of Aria, Nick's 749 and Wharfy are in front of me. On lap 2 I pass Aria under brakes into Higgins. Think I passed Wharfy a lap or later and then an orange bike gives me some extra motivation. Clive is fairly cranking it so it is with great pleasure that I sail past him braking into T1 about 3 laps later. All the while I've been dicing with Nick's 749. Once past Clive I put my head down as I'm sure he'll give chase. I'm surprised to see a fair gap behind me a couple of laps later. I pull a low 1.16. I'm a happy bunny.
PC89 Junior Race 1:- Jump back on my little ricer and assume the origami position. Pretty crap start. After the 600, everything feels like it's being played in slow motion and it's seriously trippy. Dice with Frenchy for a bit but it's plain to see he's not even pushing. I keep in the fight by slipstreaming him, outbraking him and generally screwing up his corner exits. We slow each other down too much and some old geezer on a green ZXR passes us like we're standing still. Enjoyable race. Caned arse off CBR. Think I'm wheelspinning out of T1 but it's just the clutch slipping. Oh dear. 1.23s...oh dearie me. Best time in lap 2 says it all really.
The ZX6R rear is stepping out quite a bit though so Drew persuades the talented Mr Shirrifs to put near new slick in my direction. Top man. I take about 1.5hours changing the Rizla thin brake pads much to everyone's amusement. Thank ged Drew did the tyre change otherwise I'd still be there. A few beers works better than painkillers for the back. Helen keeps the awkward silences at bay over the BBQ. Onto Sunday.
F2 Race 2:- I'm a bit cagey about my mechanical abilities so take it easy on the brakes for a couple of laps. Biiig mistake...F2 boys and girls say "faak you stupid scotchyman". Track feels a lot colder and everyone seems sleepy. Start getting on gas earlier and earlier but rear has no hint whatsoever of stepping out....mind over matter I guess. Aria, Wharfy & Clive and are despatched over the next few laps...mostly under brakes. Gawd that bike can brake. My arms feel like popeye. ZX-6R mysteriously goes down a gear coming out of splash and I have a moment but other than that it's all sweet. Jase "the ace" flies past me on his 748 like I'm standing still just to keep my brain in perspective. Best lap a mid 1.17. Cable tie experiment confirms I'm bottoming out forks. Drew isn't here and I have no idea what the twiddly things do so fuggit.
PC89 Junior Race 2:- Good start. Go up inside for a change as everyone leaves me a nice big gap. Try dicing with Frenchy and co but by about lap 4 there's a good 4 or 5s in front of me. Blue bike about 8s behind me for whole race. Yawn. I back off too much about lap 8 and 9 and by lap 10 he's on my arse. Oops. Pull out a couple of fast laps out of the bag and pip him to the post by 0.05s. Caned arse off CBR again, still best of 1.23. Confirms it's a bit farked as I could do them in my sleep last year. Coolant bottle dripping a little but nothing major. Quite frankly I'm fucked off at the lack of power it's making against the other bikes and don't like not being able to give it to Frenchy and co.
Aside from beating Clive, my goal is consistent 1.16's, to find out just when a rear slick will break traction and it would be nice to dip into the 1.15's.
F2 Race 3 :- About 10,000RPM and it doesn't bog down quite as much at the start. I even outdrag some SV650's into the first corner (idiot). Clive is going hard out from the offset and has obviously gained some insight from his F1 & LG excursions. Red rag..bull...so I follow. Wharfy brings the fight to me good style for a couple of laps more so once I'm dicing with Clive's CBR6 and Nick's 749. This time it takes me about 7 laps to deal with Clive (not helped by losing about 2s to a pant staining false neutral going into higgins) and once I leave him n' Nick to dogfight I spend a few seconds doing a risk analysis of "can I catch Aria or not?" before realising it's the final race, I'm not going for championship points and I should HARDEN THE FUCK UP (Paul and Drew would be so proud) so I put the head down and start reeling her in. I'm a lap short of this goal but I'm happier being beaten by a girl than by Clive :whistle:
Goals? The slick just doesn't move, even at stupid angles of lean (ok..I briefly scuffed my slider on the final corner a couple of times). AMAZING. 1.16's every moving lap and for one lap I dip into the 1.15's. I'm over the moon.
PC89 Junior Race 3 :- Cold front tyre as warmer had farked out, not helped by the officials not giving me even 10 seconds to get to the dummy grid after the F2 race..end of gripe. Pretty good start. Put squeeze on inside of Frenchy but into T2 tweety outdragged me (sob). Dicing with a ye'olde Ducati. He was very slow on final corner but tried slipstreaming him for the tow. Pretty good on brakes for a big bike. Backed off after a VERY near miss into the hairpin. Not worth binning for an extra point. Nobody else doing similar times...it's either 1.20's or 1.26's. At least 10s in front of next bike. Commuted for remainder of race, even waved & pulled faces at photographers as I was so bored. Tried some stoppies into T1 and higgins but the front tyre kept chirping cos I'm ham fisted. Guess what...more 1.23's.
PC junior is frankly boring without the big bikes to play.
It sounds stupid but this back to back class thing (24 lappers!) is doing my racing a power of good. I don't have time for the nerves to kick in and I'm having to think more about conserving my energy, breathing and concentration. Seem to be making a lot less mistakes and being more consist ant.
The final corner is MINE again. Need to work on the bloody hairpin though.
Tyre warmers are a shite rip off and I'm sick of replacing them.
Hero of the event award has to go to AJ Chappell
This shit talking wouldn't be possible without the assistance of:-
Drew - ZX-6R prep, airport Chauffer, motivation.
Clive - Wellington Chauffer, LOTS of motivation :whistle:, good cook too
Paul - By all accounts, making me look stupid on the Hurricane
Deano - Temp back doctor. Shifting the ZXR
Martin - Taking the CBR and most of my shit to and from his place...top man.
Mumbles - Top groupie. Know me before you judge me.
Toast - Amazing comeback buddy. Your van driving is scarier than Drew's. Munching an Indian is preferable to Chinese. :2thumbsup
VMCC - Fuggin top people. Support them.