I believe I have had seven major buzzes in my life. The first was my very first bonk. The second and third was the birth of my two children. The fourth was going solo in a glider. The fifth was watching my Grand daughter come third in her class at a NZ swim-champ meet. The sixth was sailing back from Fiji in a hurricane, (and living through the event) and the seventh was my very first start in a motorbike race.
Some of you will know what it feels like as the lights pip down from five to one and that by four throttles are wide open on thirty bikes, clutches clamouring for engagement.
Man, the energy of that moment, as massed engines scream for release, goes through you like a mighty buzz-saw. It is a quite incredible experience.
To the left and right, ahead...and sometimes behind me, although rarely, are guys and the odd gal on bikes which make mine look like the original stone wheel. At the first straight they're all over me, but not so much so in the next tight corner.
At the end of each race, given my bike is in between everything, but I have to race with the speediers, I most often come in last. But I don't care one iota. Just to have been a part of the start sequence is always enough of a buzz.
And anyway. I've booked in to be a part of the Cemetery, this coming Christmas. It's a nice 'technical' track. Not much room for the R6, R1 boys to get too far away from me.
I'm in 600 super sport so I figure I'll get lapped less than twice, :--)))
But last year, when I was there as a spectator, standing next to each start, the energy of the starters went through me like a buzz-saw and I thought, man, I just have to get a bit of this.
And so I am.
Anyone else here going to have a crack?
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