So I've just been inspired by the Burt Munro - Fastest Indian movie.
Inspired to write down my own Dream. My Goal for 2006.
Like Burt, I consider myself the underdog.
The old guy on the old cheap bike, doing whatever it takes on a tighter than tight budget.
But I Have A Dream!
and in my dream I have competed in Streetstocks, in the 06 Vic club Winter series at Manfield.
Competed on this old KR150 that has given me so much trouble.
And in the last race of the last round, I risk what ever it takes to secure those final points needed to win the championship.
Then at the end of the race, I will pull up in front of a photographer, and rip off the # 4 from my bike # 41, to leave just the # 1 ! Then back on the bike to do a smokin burnout while holding the # 1 finger in the air as the photo is taken and the commentator rattles off something profound like, " Yes Folks,, This is what racing is all about!"
Yes my Friends,, I have a Dream!
I hope you will be there and have your cameras ready people, to help me record and celebrate this moment in History!
Racey.



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(P/T) (I'm sure he was doing SOMETHING.) before getting into a slow procession for four laps round the track to check it out.
I went out in the Medium group as I was used to bigger bikes flying past me, but didn't want to be held back by to many passing restrictions. The first session was careful for me, sussing the corners, but pushing it hard down the back straight for four laps before coming in the do a plug chop. I was surprised to find the jetting setup I had guess at proved to be spot on for the altitude of Taupo. A bit more time out there in that session had me feeling quite comfortable with 9/10ths of the track and on coming in again checked my tyre pressers to find them heating up well to provide good grip.
) Soon after that, the heavens just OPENED UP, with the heaviest rain I've ever ridden in. The track was a sea of water. I told myself not to be a pussy and keep pushing your limits. I got another lap'n'a'half in before I think the Marshals got scared and pulled us in.





, so waking up at 4am on Race day for the three and a half hour drive to Taupo from NP, didn’t really give me the edge one hopes for on a race day.
a far better rider, so I was able to hold my first third place at the line.
I remember laughing to myself as bike and I slid across the track. No real damage to me or bike, as my 'Sparkling grape juice bottle cork' crash bungs did the job. I wasn't suprized by the front wheel wash out in one way, as it still had a OLD badly shaped BT39ss on it, which wasn't up to the job in wet weather. I had a spare wheel with me with a old TT900 on it so swaped that onto the bike and was sweet for the rest of the days riding in the rain.

, and sending that email to Rossi.

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