Pukie Track day 21/01/07 - what a day!
Well, after picking up Lukas at 7am yesterday, we pootled out to Pukekohe track for the Great Track Day.
Got there to find Steve the honcho from www.kiwitrackdays.co.nz buzzing round like the proverbial blue arsed fly, setting everything up and generally looking cool in the face of impending mayhem.
After realising that I had read the times wrong, and that the riding wasn't actually starting til 10:30am Lukas and I set Daisy and his new shiny Bandit up in a prominent position, so as to let people admire them as they arrived. (Truth be known, we couldn't find anywhere to hide them...)
Before too long, the hoardes began descending upon the track, and it was then that I realised how bloody addictive this biking business is. I was drooling over EVERYTHING, yes, even the Hondas!
Helped a bloody nice guy unload his Guzzi, drooled over a shiny Ducati, bowed before the might and power of a certain 'busa... the list goes on and on...
**FACT** One can never run out of drool it seems - I tried!
Caught up with the esteemed Toymachine on his Bandit 'o sexiness, and admired his lesser shiny markings from a previous attempt at braking using the side of the bike instead of brakes.
Got given no end of shit from Hellraiser for being a complete wimp, and not wanting to put Daisy round the track.
Was mildly humbled by M1cro for his open and frank admission that yes, he was being soft on the track, due to the front of the 'busa not really wanting to stay associated with traction.
...aaaaand watched a lot of classy bikes (including a Yamaha TZ350 that went like a cut cat!) doing lap after lap after lap... oh how I grew so bloody jealous yesterday!
Lunchtime, and me and the boy shot through to Puke township for a scoff of Puke's finest bakery fare. Almost taken out at the end of Manukau Rd by the roundabout by a track rider who changed lanes a little quickly without realising his mirrors were still taped up. Fortunately, I had presence of mind to know I was in a blind spot and kept a distance, so after a frantic apology and me pissing meself laughing, all was good, and I had me pie and sossie roll in a bag hanging off my handlebars.
Got back, ate, and reveled in the noise once again, then noticed the St John guy walking up to me. I've known him for a number of years as I too am a VAO with St John. I knew I was in the shit.
Sure enough, 5 minutes later Lukas and I are in the safety car headed to the hairpin with a radio and a bottle of water, seems there had been a few runoffs and marshal of said hairpin had done a runner to watch overpowered cages whine round and round Taupo circuit.
It's quite boring marshaling on the hairpin you know. We invented games like "Toss the exhaust mount rubber into the marshal point" and "Lob the stone at the piece of broken headlight" ... all very exciting you know...
I must be a good luck charm, apart from one rider deciding to go on a very straight line through the hairpin into the dirt and having to push his bike out, and another fellow running out of liquid go fast, not a lot happened. (I won the games though, go me!)
Kudos to Lukas though, he walked back to the pits TWICE and brought our bikes to the hairpin via the infield. Then we sat on them making broom broom noises, and pretending we were joining in... it wasn't very convincing...
In all, a bloody good day. I met some top people including Steve (who offered us a few flying laps for helping out, but we had to decline as we hadn't signed the indemnity), and a shit load of KBers, M1cro, Hellraiser, Zeocen, and several others whose names elude my fragile memory for now.
Anyway, enough crap form me, let's hear from the blokes that did the hard work, and taught the track a lesson!
Cheers all, ride safe.
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Originally Posted by zeocen
, I too kinda have a curvy figure which makes it worse beacuse im a guy. Well the waist kinda goes in and the bum pushes out. When I was in college the girls in my year would slap me on the arse and squeeze because apparently it is firm, tight...
I wear jeans
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