The VMCC Round 1 at Taupo was my first experience of being part of Poo’s Team Racing. And what an experience it was.
After getting up at an atrocious hour Poos seemed more interested in eating his awesome sandwich than getting us to the track on time. We arrived fashionably late and, silly me, I expected it to be all action from that point. But no, it appears talking shit was the priority so after the riders briefing we still had the bikes on the trailer.
Lesson the first: Poos taught me how to use the tyre warmers, a fairly simple task... unless you are Kicking Zebra and your brand new tyre warmers have no plugs on them! Second lesson of the day: how to change a tyre on Kicking Zebra's bike, Cowpoos style. Basically you half start it then make such a cockup of it that someone takes pity on you and finishes it for you. From what I saw, this technique is faultless. Thanks Drew and Gordon.
Poos snuck out in F2 qualifier for impromptu and illegal practice (apparently). Which was nice to see because he was such a pussy at the track day that I never actually saw him on the track! Then after some frantic tyre warmer removal the guys went out for F1 qualifying. Poos ended up qualifying seventh in F1 claiming he was scared of passing Two Smoker because of his in-field motocross manoeuvres.
Lesson the third: Waiting in line for coffee is an important pit bitching duty, even if you don’t drink coffee yourself.
Various crashes put a dampener on day. Yes this is a clever pun. So the day was canned, and opinions were mixed and varied about this. I personally didn’t enjoy witnessing friends crashing, something had to be done. But that left us with a whole afternoon to waste,... what to do?
Being Poo’s Team Racing we stuffed around for AGES at the track but were lucky enough to get a brief visit from the ever so dreamy Fabio. Then it was off to Breakers for a feed and then back to Hamilton to Gav's mum's house for a delicious roast meal... thanks Gav's mum!!! I also had the pleasure of seeing four half naked boys in the spa… I'd like to say men, but from what I saw, that would be a misleading statement.
The highlight of the day was when Momentum shot his monkey at Poos’ nuts.
In summary, I learnt that turning up late means most of the work is already done for you, changing tyres is tricky... and Poos not only owns a Celine Dion CD... but he knows all the words.
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Originally Posted by skelstar
Karma ... Justice catches up eventually !! 
, 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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