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Spillage! I'll get Sully right onto a floor suck now![]()
I played with your heart, got lost in the game, oh baby baby blah blah blah NOT
This mother done gone and flipped again!
The lovely Trudes very kindly asked me if I might join her for a day of riding a mean maoriBy 'mean maori' I mean her very sexy golden bucket and I mean racing it at the 2 hour Kaitoke Bucket Endurance race.
We streaked along the motorway that morning out to the Hutt like lightning in the magic white van pulled into the pits and surveyed the land. Twere a bit misty out and the wind was cold but it was set to clear and I was on the loose (mummy/wife/worker hats all left behind at home).
After smoking far too many cigarrettes and taking several boring trips to and from the toilets I finally suited up and started to feel ready to get out there.
This was my first time on a bucket in a wee while and I had never played that much at Kaitoke, I knew the way it went and had most of Sully60s lines in my mind (though not the fortitude to carry them off![]()
) and I was riding, atleast to me, a foreigner....Rangi the sexy maori.
Anywho Andrew M very kindly lent me his FXR during practise, this was awesome I had the chance to get a bit warmed up and I was only too keen and VERY appreciative to be offered an FXR these are fun aren't they! Doesn't feel like a real bucket to me though - I must say.
Then I had a spin on Rangi for the first 10 lap race. Was starting to enjoy certain corners and was keeping it in my head that the bike is capable of much more than me and than what I think it is capable of doing. I started playing a bit on the left hander before the right hand hairpin up the back left of the circuit. I was working on trying to hold and carry my speed more than I had previously been accustomed to and I came in a bit hot, ran a bit wider than I wanted to be (in relation to the hairpin) and so as I tried to stand the bike (inevitably to quick and clunky like) the back end just skated out came round on me and me and Rangi both slid gracefully off into the dirt. I was quick to stand up and signal I was ok and looked Rangi over.
I never wanted to hurt someone elses bike. Trudes has done so much work on Rangi to get him where he is and I didn't want to be the doofhead that wrecked it! Luckily everything was where it was supposed to be and Rangi was ready for more but I was a bit buggered and couldn't kick him over so decided to not bother possibly disrupting the race to rejoin it.
All was ok with Rangi and I certainly wasn't hurt so after a drink Rangi was keen to get back out there. I stayed on the side watching Trudes work her magic and soothe him after his experience with that silly womanand collected myself.
Lunch - nothing to report. Thanks to the Kart club though for making us some choice kai
Enduro kick off - some pole position qualifying stuff took place. Then we were up. Le Mans start. Bikes on one side of the track, engines off, riders on the other side backs to bike. Green flag drops running backwards (eh Trudes) and then they are away.
I have to say standing on the side I was concerned about getting out there again, there were lots of bikes on the track (all good!) but there were some pretty shifty passing moves going down...I won't say anymore but some seemed to ride as if it were a 10 minute race, not a 2hour one, there were passes that could've waited....moving right along.
Trudes gave me the secret wave which was to signal that I was being called to battle. Helmet on, gloves on way hey hey here we go...OH SHIT.
Got round alright to begin with. Couldn't get my head around that nasty little right hand hairpin...hated itStarted to get a bit game on a few corners then I got a bit gamer on the corner I had slid off on earlier.
Short story is that I highsided. I was accelerating at the time, not on the brakes and I was exiting the corner. All I actually know is that the back caught up and flicked me off I recall seeing some sky and thinking this is gonna hurt and then CLUNK. I hit the back of my head hard on the track followed by my left hip, followed by my left knee and then rolling.
I tried to get up but then the world got a bit dim. I didn't black out but for a wee while I couldn't see and then when I could it was in double. I tried to get up again but was dizzy so assumed the very ladylike position position of arse up in air, elbows and face on ground.
After a while I felt urgency to check that Rangi wasn't in the way and that I hadn't killed him. Scrambled to him, got him up, unpicked the dirty from him and thought he looked good until I noticed the left handle bar - there but pretty bent. ewps - that shit won't buff out...
Finally after an eternity made my way back to the pits and thankfully there was a small gap between riders that allowed me to get from the middle to the pits, I know I cut it a bit fine too so thankyou to the rider that I heard slow a little and felt change line. At this point I felt I really needed to see Trudes and I needed to sit.
That's when I started to feel more shit. Tried to stop the ambos being called but the dry retching was a little too frequent for me to be able to fight that good fight. SO instead I set my mind to getting out of the squid suit - they would not be cutting that leather!
Everything felt in the right places, nothing felt unhinged or broken but the dry retching and shaking was rather bad. I was gutted (and embarrased) to have to be taken off in an ambulance but after a few good deep sups on the nitrous and 1 really damn painful injection of anti vomit drug (Phenergan of all things) I was happy as Larry. Sweeeeeet
Boring and typical non eventful trip to hospital, lots of lights shined in eyes, pee in here, pooh in there, bleed on there, does this hurt, does that hurt blah blah and a few hours later bobs your uncle I'm home again - take two panadol and don't call me in the morning.
So now I sit with pain and a headache that won't clear and still...it was all worth it....though next time I might be a bit more sedate into that corner.
Trudes my friend, thanks for asking me to be your partner, and for taking me out the Friday before so I could have a play and set my mind at ease about riding a 'stranger bike'. I enjoyed the day up till when I crashed and I even recall a few laughs too, it was good fun hanging out and cackling and giving the natives shit (as always).
Dave - mudflaps - thanks for being a gentleman and helping me with my leathers and fetching water...you'll find the water in the back of the Kendogs van - I just couldn't go there.
Thanks also to everyone involved with organising the day and for all the fun and laughs from those that were able to provide them along the way.
CHOICE! I'll be back...at some stage...
fark girl!! sounds like you had some fun heh?
Wow, that was a novel!! Guess you've had a bit of time on your hands today to write it though eh!!
Glad to hear you're ok though. I bet you're as sore as a cat under a roller. Don't envy you at all for that. Tough as boots though to get your shit sorted and get back to the pits!!
See you next time. You can ride my bike if you wa... oh, actually, on second thoughts!![]()
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Never mind doll, shit happens eh. I'm just glad you're ok and had some fun before Rangi spat you off again. Handlebars and clutch levers can be replaced, gear shifters can be straightened and paint can be repainted, but your friends can only bounce about on tarseal so much before they break something!!
Tex got some video of "the crash", it's right at the end:
It looks really weird - not the rear end let go bit - the going backwards off to the side of the track! Pity he missed the tumblingMust say I was pleased with where I was in that vid in terms of how I was able to stay a bit in front of some and hang on the back of others...still they'd have lapped me 100 times but I don't care!
Good to hear you're OK. I only saw you walking back to the pits so didn't think anything of it... until the ambo turned up.
Good to see you out there.
Agree with all comments here. Good to hear you're okay. We all didn't know what was going on while being up in the conning tower.
"...you meet the weirdest people riding a Guzzi !!..."
Yeah lucky (can't remember his name, the really nice Kart guy that was there... is it Gary, anyway) was there to help me hail an Ambo, I didn't know the name of the road and they couldn't find Kaitoke Kart track or Kaitoke or Wellington KartSport on their maps or the phone book, so after 5 minutes of the opperator trying to find where we were she finally asked me if she was breathing!!! FFS!! So that's when Gary(?) took over and directed them. There didn't seem to be any other "official" type people around, so we did the best we could.
Fooken hell woman glad to hear you are OK.
Trudes is so right though......
"Handlebars and clutch levers can be replaced, gear shifters can be straightened and paint can be repainted, but your friends can only bounce about on tarseal so much before they break something!!"
I don't think Rangi likes you very much though
More pics of more bruises?![]()
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No body move... I dropped my brain
Well I don't do buckets but I felt like I was out there riding with you. A bloody good read despite the oopsy daisy bits. Hope you feel better soon supergirl, falling off sucks, don't do it again mkay, the falling off! do get back out there though.![]()
Oh bugger
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