Yes Drew; I haven't forgotten about the very select few people that have built and/or raced specials in F3 (and other classes for that matter) in NZ (Current and past); but they are a select few (in fact I was having a drink or three last Friday night; with one involved with your fore mentioned list).
And I'm currently & have been involved in other classes over past two decades; and still consider the most fun to be buckets (followed closely by sidecars).
The premise of this thread was peoples views/reflections on this matter; not bagging out other classes or the people involved in them (If you read that into my post then I can't have written my views on it well enough).
I guess there is almost an total expectation of tinkering/designing/building race bikes in F4/F5 as nothing is off the shelf...
Sidenote:
It will be interesting to see where Moto3 go's in New Zealand over the next few years; it might bring back a number of "older tinkerers" (read: quality Engineers) to racing (with likely their light weight kids/grand-kids racing bikes they build).. here's hope'ing.
Twisted panties.... That's something about bucket racing that I don't like!
Also when you hit the track you get bruises where your panty twists are located. Not nice!
Note to self: must race commando![]()
I like the following but not in any particular order....
Crashing and still being able to keep racing
Crashing with no repair bills
Crashing with no or minimal injury (to body not pride)
Getting hooked and selling my motard to get an FXR ("no honey its not serious I just want to have some fun")
Getting some of my mates to have a go and now they have brought a bucket to (choice Addo, Mike and Guy)
Meeting you crazy bucket racers (Helen is a name that springs to mind for some reason?)
But most of all going racing/camping and just hanging with my 5-year-old son, 20-month old daughter and wonder-fool wife ("no honey it's not serious I just want to have some fun").
Thanks buckets !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
True Story....
At TePuke during the 1st raining yucky wet race the mighty motard on slicks grooved with an angle grinder got scared and laid down on the track twice. Me the rider who is also easily scared called it quits and road back to the pits.
I took my saturated leathers off and said "thats it, no more racing for me".
My above mentioned 5-year-old looked at me like he just found out there is no such thing as santa and said "is that it?" " Are you going to give up that easy?);
I paused shortly before putting back on my saturated leathers and gear and going out for the remainder of the day. PRICLESS!!!
Thanks Riley and
Thanks Buckets!!!!!!!!!!!!![]()
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