I turned up a little worried that my bike hadn't been touched since Paeroa and waited for bob to arrive and change the suspension for the track. For some reason I was a little more nervous than ever before and should ave bought shares in the ablution facitities.
My Classics practice was up first with F3 straight after so I put heaps of petrol in to last the distance. Got out there for classic practice and was feeling really good! As I was 5th in the points I had a good chance of getting into the top 3 for the championship plus a front row start for once. Well that practice finnished then it was straight back out for f3. I was only going to do a few more laps then come in. First lap in f3 practice and on my favourite part of the track(the tight tyre chicane) I see an SV650 on its front wheel heading for the tyres. He had pannicked and grabbed far too much brakes and evidently fixated on the tyre wall. I thought I was gunna make the gap but his bike bounced so hard it took me down. I was still on the track with my right foot stuck under my bike, trying to kick it off so I could get off the track. Then Jill and Dennis were helping me, the ambo arrived and I got taken to hospital for the rest of the day. We had to wait for another ambo to arrive and someone brought my son Matthew over to me as he was fairly upset at seeing him mum being carted off the track. Thanks to all who helped, Dennis and Jill, Shane and Allan for the lift back to the track, Bob and Jane for getting me and my van home, Frying Finn for helping me unload and your mate for looking out for Matthew. Anyone else I may have forgotten...the drugs certianly fucked with me.
I was gutted to not race. My first time on the front row and I wanted turn one real bad! Oh well...thats racing eh.
I will be back!!
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