Buddy L
6th August 2006, 22:57
As this was my first date, I didn’t no what to bring, flowers and chocolate, or motor cross boots and some chain lube (for when the going gets tough ).
I had been waiting for this day since January, as my parents had payed for the day as my present for my 22nd birthday.:niceone:
When I turned up to the track it was in poor shape, mud everywhere, it had been raining for the last to days and was still drizzling, showers had been predicted for the weekend and no sign of the big yellow boy in the sky:sunny: . As I stood their in the rain talking to my father, more and more people stared to turn up, coming down the farms race to the motor cross track, the race was just clay, smooth and slippery. As I was first along it, I mastered it with ease, the rear wheel drive Ford did me proud, the more that came the more that become stuck. So as the first one’s their it was our duty to do the pushing.
People need to learn that flooring your foot while people are pushing does not equal in ford movement, just sideways skidding and me covered in mud (while still in my good clothes, which I was going to change back into after the days date).
Like in the movies of superman, the little boys point in the distance and yells out “look here he comes”, as a new Toyota van rolls along the race, the windows tinted black, pulls up along slide my ute, with the wheels spinning as we were on a slight hill.
To my surprise out pops not just one king, but too of the buggers, I was going to be the meat in the middle of a too king sandwich. Their was Darrel to my left and Damien king to my right, just like santer all the kids flocked to their feet, I had bully my way through them just to get to the front for the photo op.
We signed on and were given the option of either a Yamaha/subway hat, or a can of chain lube. I went for the lube as I have to many hats at home. We had a quick briefing about how the day would unfold, and then it was time to get our gear on, and warm up the bikes. A few quick laps around the track and we meet up with too brothers in the middle of the park.
The group of about 30 riders was split into too, the minis were taken by Darrel the 125cc+ were taken by Damien. The day was Just getting started and I was all ready covered in mud, no a good sight when I was trying to impress (maybe even get a chance to ride for the subway team).
The first part of the training was just to take a banked right hand turn with a berm at the top, easy as, Damien showed us how it was done, powering into the corner, lock the rear and slide into the corner, and power out with a massive roost, from the rear. It was our turn next, as I went for it (the track was clay base very slippery) the back was all over the place, hard on the breaks too much on the front and front when out from under me, I hit the ground head first, rolled on the clay and ended in the prickles.
Picked up the bike and had another crack at it, this time I enter slower and went easy on the fronts, powered around the berm roosting clay everywhere, straitening up powering over the jump getting good air in the process. We each had a half dozen attempts at it.
Most the day was spent on breaking technics, as he noticed that none of us were using the breaks to the best of your ability, going in to slow into corners and coasting before we were breaking. Coasting is the biggest time waster of them all, if you aren’t on the gas then you are on the breaks, no coasting. That’s for me to work on the next few rides.
At the end of the day, the too groups were brought back together for some team races, each adult was peered up with a junior, for a few speedway oval le mans style races in the mud. We started 15m away from our bikes had to run to the bikes, start them, do the oval then touch the back wheel of the juniors bike then they take off for the lap and so on until 10 laps had been completed, well I come around after the first lap tag the wheel of my team mate which sends him flying off his little kx 60, I drop my bike pick him up , he’s crying a river, what am I to do. His dad comes gives me the evils and takes his kid away. That’s my racing done for the day.
We all got together for a couple of photo’s in the mud and that was it, pack up and head home.
If you want to have a training day with the king himself then look up
http://www.mxdk.com/
Well worth it in my eyes.
See you on the next ride
Cameron.
:rockon:
I had been waiting for this day since January, as my parents had payed for the day as my present for my 22nd birthday.:niceone:
When I turned up to the track it was in poor shape, mud everywhere, it had been raining for the last to days and was still drizzling, showers had been predicted for the weekend and no sign of the big yellow boy in the sky:sunny: . As I stood their in the rain talking to my father, more and more people stared to turn up, coming down the farms race to the motor cross track, the race was just clay, smooth and slippery. As I was first along it, I mastered it with ease, the rear wheel drive Ford did me proud, the more that came the more that become stuck. So as the first one’s their it was our duty to do the pushing.
People need to learn that flooring your foot while people are pushing does not equal in ford movement, just sideways skidding and me covered in mud (while still in my good clothes, which I was going to change back into after the days date).
Like in the movies of superman, the little boys point in the distance and yells out “look here he comes”, as a new Toyota van rolls along the race, the windows tinted black, pulls up along slide my ute, with the wheels spinning as we were on a slight hill.
To my surprise out pops not just one king, but too of the buggers, I was going to be the meat in the middle of a too king sandwich. Their was Darrel to my left and Damien king to my right, just like santer all the kids flocked to their feet, I had bully my way through them just to get to the front for the photo op.
We signed on and were given the option of either a Yamaha/subway hat, or a can of chain lube. I went for the lube as I have to many hats at home. We had a quick briefing about how the day would unfold, and then it was time to get our gear on, and warm up the bikes. A few quick laps around the track and we meet up with too brothers in the middle of the park.
The group of about 30 riders was split into too, the minis were taken by Darrel the 125cc+ were taken by Damien. The day was Just getting started and I was all ready covered in mud, no a good sight when I was trying to impress (maybe even get a chance to ride for the subway team).
The first part of the training was just to take a banked right hand turn with a berm at the top, easy as, Damien showed us how it was done, powering into the corner, lock the rear and slide into the corner, and power out with a massive roost, from the rear. It was our turn next, as I went for it (the track was clay base very slippery) the back was all over the place, hard on the breaks too much on the front and front when out from under me, I hit the ground head first, rolled on the clay and ended in the prickles.
Picked up the bike and had another crack at it, this time I enter slower and went easy on the fronts, powered around the berm roosting clay everywhere, straitening up powering over the jump getting good air in the process. We each had a half dozen attempts at it.
Most the day was spent on breaking technics, as he noticed that none of us were using the breaks to the best of your ability, going in to slow into corners and coasting before we were breaking. Coasting is the biggest time waster of them all, if you aren’t on the gas then you are on the breaks, no coasting. That’s for me to work on the next few rides.
At the end of the day, the too groups were brought back together for some team races, each adult was peered up with a junior, for a few speedway oval le mans style races in the mud. We started 15m away from our bikes had to run to the bikes, start them, do the oval then touch the back wheel of the juniors bike then they take off for the lap and so on until 10 laps had been completed, well I come around after the first lap tag the wheel of my team mate which sends him flying off his little kx 60, I drop my bike pick him up , he’s crying a river, what am I to do. His dad comes gives me the evils and takes his kid away. That’s my racing done for the day.
We all got together for a couple of photo’s in the mud and that was it, pack up and head home.
If you want to have a training day with the king himself then look up
http://www.mxdk.com/
Well worth it in my eyes.
See you on the next ride
Cameron.
:rockon: