
Originally Posted by
Drew
Well, after getting there, set up, and the first round of races out the way, I was all set to go like hell in the second F2 race. Two warm up laps, bike feels great and I'm ready to rock and roll. Flag drops and I get an uncharacteristicly good launch, lead the pack out of turn one and onto the back straight, (Might not have been infront of the pack now that I think of it, but top three for sure,) half a dozen come past me at half distance of said straight, but I'm primed for a demon braking session......
Demon was right, i was first to the turn, but right when you'd expect a rider to actually tip in, I was leaping off and praying to Alah. As it turned out, the second I touched the brakes, a line that had been rubbing on my tyre decided to let go all together. FUCK, NO BRAKES AT ALL!
As I got off, I went all emu like. Buried my head in the sand something fierce. Shame that, since my head was the first thing to touch the ground, adn it stopped DEAD. Rest of me wasn't playig that game and I had a rather sore neck for my efforts.
Anyhoo, I'm OK, the bike suffered less damage than any other crash I've had, and I now know to run the front fender in future so the lines cant get to the tyre.
Thanks heaps to the marshals and ambulance crew, fantstic stuff I will always be greatfull for.
Race report will be up some time, I've got a new proceedure to wrap my mellon around.
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