kickingzebra
24th July 2007, 20:45
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ got wet and went crazy,
qualified pole in supersport,
Laughed at Jay, got a retort,
Postman KZ's a very happy man....
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ left his wets on for superbike fury,
Lapped it a bit too slowly,
Beat Poos by 2 rows only,
Postman KZ's a very happy man....
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ was a bit lazy,
Didn't change to slicks,
Thought the wets would do the trick,
Postman KZ took a great big risk.
On the grid,
On the grid,
On the grid wearing KBC assassin lid ,
600cc starting, the flag drops,
Clutch is charging,
Wheel spins, ten riders slip away.
Pass one here,
Pass 3 there,
2 more here it seems easy,
Catch up to Jay, who had got away,
Chris is still half a straight away,
Till on Jayracers tyre,
Hairpins got me wired,
Off the top I spit right down the track...
Postman KZs sitting in the ambulance bay...
Yes, so I went on down, with the exclusive goal of doing better than I had in some time. This I can say I did.
Big thanks to Robert Taylor for helping me out with my suspenders, ohlins work much better tuned! Was amped to see him waiting for me after my awesome 600 qualifying run. Just to check that the changes were good!! Thanks man!
I got in from that run simply buzzing, first and foremost, I managed to change gear during a wheely!! all the way from 2nd to 4th!! Got to love the nice smooth middle straight. Secondly, I knew I had qualified well, which rarely happens to me. Everyone else thought I was crazy, and to be honest, I was beginning to wonder myself, but I was too strapped for time to change back to slicks, so left my wets on.
On track, my biggest gamble yet proved to be right. Wets were definitely the ticket for both qualifying sessions. I said somewhat optimistically to anyone who would listen, If I didn't qualify top 5 I will give you 5 bucks!
Lucky I am not really a gambling man, but to be honest, even I was shocked when I saw my name on pole!! Nicko, cheeky bugger is with me when I go to pick up my acclaimed position sticker. Number please... Nicko says "Yeah, 132...." (my eyebrows go up) "and 80" Cheeky bugger, LOL.
I knew time would be at a premium, and as yet I only have one set of wheels, which of course is on the bike, at the nationals, I could take wheels off, change tyres and put them back on in less than 20 minutes. I am a bit off the pace at the moment!
So I decided to go with the "shag the wets on the slowly drying track, and change tyres in the lunch break" type philosophy. Could have worked well if it wasn't for the damn red mist!
Spun up on the start, as pole is right in the section of the track no one rides on, so no track drying to be had, Lost ten ish places, made back up to 4th or 5th in 1 lap, and then to 3rd in the next, 3rd lap saw me nearly highside, and thrown onto the tank coming out of the hairpin, but I held on for grim death, rode it out, and carried on the business of catching Jay, who was holding me up from catching Chris, and claiming the number one spot. Reeled him in during the next lap, was going to go for the kill on higgens entrance, so thought I better make the most of exit speed onto the middle straight, when disaster struck.
The exact same feeling as in the previous lap came, I tried valiently to fight the beast, but the chassis was already wayyy too out of shape, and the bike pitched off to the left, and I flew over the highside down the centre of the track. Bastidges!!
As soon as I could stand up, I took off sprinting as hard as I could, to get off the track before I was run over. Needn't have worried, the rest of the field were miles off!! Then stopped on the edge of the track to discover I didn't feel so good. Hurt my leg and wrist pretty bad (just bruising, Harden up) The marshall rescued my bike, stranded nicely mid track. Thanks to the rest of you for not running it over, and of course the guys who helped, adn flag marshalls who acted very quickly!
Called the response Vehicle over, and I got a ride to ambulance bay, after cheering Chris on from the midfield (after I stopped having my "I would have passed Jay Lawrence in a race" tanty.)
In any case the rapid onset of an inability to bend my leg fairly well put me out for the day, despite Nickos kind offer of the loan of a spare master cylinder.
Was as gutted as usual at having crashed, but this weekend, I proved to myself that I CAN foot it with the best, it just takes mindset, and plan and action!
Thanks to Chris, Gav for pushing my bike back to pits, ambulance lady for looking at my bike shorts, my Dad for being there to see my first high side, even if he did look away during the actual flip through the air! Nicko, for being such a good bastard, Poos, for being another good bastard (mostly)
Paul, without whom none of this would be happening! Bronwyn, without whom even less would be happening, and the Good Lord, for not letting my first high side be my last, for giving the dream, and not disallowing me from chasing it, and to all those wonderful KZ Carpentry customers, who keep another 3 motorcycle nuts alive to dream another day!
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ got wet and went crazy,
qualified pole in supersport,
Laughed at Jay, got a retort,
Postman KZ's a very happy man....
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ left his wets on for superbike fury,
Lapped it a bit too slowly,
Beat Poos by 2 rows only,
Postman KZ's a very happy man....
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ,
Postman KZ was a bit lazy,
Didn't change to slicks,
Thought the wets would do the trick,
Postman KZ took a great big risk.
On the grid,
On the grid,
On the grid wearing KBC assassin lid ,
600cc starting, the flag drops,
Clutch is charging,
Wheel spins, ten riders slip away.
Pass one here,
Pass 3 there,
2 more here it seems easy,
Catch up to Jay, who had got away,
Chris is still half a straight away,
Till on Jayracers tyre,
Hairpins got me wired,
Off the top I spit right down the track...
Postman KZs sitting in the ambulance bay...
Yes, so I went on down, with the exclusive goal of doing better than I had in some time. This I can say I did.
Big thanks to Robert Taylor for helping me out with my suspenders, ohlins work much better tuned! Was amped to see him waiting for me after my awesome 600 qualifying run. Just to check that the changes were good!! Thanks man!
I got in from that run simply buzzing, first and foremost, I managed to change gear during a wheely!! all the way from 2nd to 4th!! Got to love the nice smooth middle straight. Secondly, I knew I had qualified well, which rarely happens to me. Everyone else thought I was crazy, and to be honest, I was beginning to wonder myself, but I was too strapped for time to change back to slicks, so left my wets on.
On track, my biggest gamble yet proved to be right. Wets were definitely the ticket for both qualifying sessions. I said somewhat optimistically to anyone who would listen, If I didn't qualify top 5 I will give you 5 bucks!
Lucky I am not really a gambling man, but to be honest, even I was shocked when I saw my name on pole!! Nicko, cheeky bugger is with me when I go to pick up my acclaimed position sticker. Number please... Nicko says "Yeah, 132...." (my eyebrows go up) "and 80" Cheeky bugger, LOL.
I knew time would be at a premium, and as yet I only have one set of wheels, which of course is on the bike, at the nationals, I could take wheels off, change tyres and put them back on in less than 20 minutes. I am a bit off the pace at the moment!
So I decided to go with the "shag the wets on the slowly drying track, and change tyres in the lunch break" type philosophy. Could have worked well if it wasn't for the damn red mist!
Spun up on the start, as pole is right in the section of the track no one rides on, so no track drying to be had, Lost ten ish places, made back up to 4th or 5th in 1 lap, and then to 3rd in the next, 3rd lap saw me nearly highside, and thrown onto the tank coming out of the hairpin, but I held on for grim death, rode it out, and carried on the business of catching Jay, who was holding me up from catching Chris, and claiming the number one spot. Reeled him in during the next lap, was going to go for the kill on higgens entrance, so thought I better make the most of exit speed onto the middle straight, when disaster struck.
The exact same feeling as in the previous lap came, I tried valiently to fight the beast, but the chassis was already wayyy too out of shape, and the bike pitched off to the left, and I flew over the highside down the centre of the track. Bastidges!!
As soon as I could stand up, I took off sprinting as hard as I could, to get off the track before I was run over. Needn't have worried, the rest of the field were miles off!! Then stopped on the edge of the track to discover I didn't feel so good. Hurt my leg and wrist pretty bad (just bruising, Harden up) The marshall rescued my bike, stranded nicely mid track. Thanks to the rest of you for not running it over, and of course the guys who helped, adn flag marshalls who acted very quickly!
Called the response Vehicle over, and I got a ride to ambulance bay, after cheering Chris on from the midfield (after I stopped having my "I would have passed Jay Lawrence in a race" tanty.)
In any case the rapid onset of an inability to bend my leg fairly well put me out for the day, despite Nickos kind offer of the loan of a spare master cylinder.
Was as gutted as usual at having crashed, but this weekend, I proved to myself that I CAN foot it with the best, it just takes mindset, and plan and action!
Thanks to Chris, Gav for pushing my bike back to pits, ambulance lady for looking at my bike shorts, my Dad for being there to see my first high side, even if he did look away during the actual flip through the air! Nicko, for being such a good bastard, Poos, for being another good bastard (mostly)
Paul, without whom none of this would be happening! Bronwyn, without whom even less would be happening, and the Good Lord, for not letting my first high side be my last, for giving the dream, and not disallowing me from chasing it, and to all those wonderful KZ Carpentry customers, who keep another 3 motorcycle nuts alive to dream another day!