Right I am crap at these sort of things but thought I would give it a nudge after having such a great weekend, the weekend started on Saturday (they tend to do that). It was raining when I got up so I didn’t rush out to the track but still managed to turn up at about 10 where I was greeted by a pretty wet track, one other bucket, and a few of the mini moto guys.
I should mention about this stage the last meeting I had a few issues that I had diagnosed as a fuelling issue and had borrowed a carb that had appeared to solve the issue.
I pulled the bike down off the ute, geared up and proceeded to try and get the dam thing started. Well I pushed it round the car park for a while; exhausted myself, no fire. Managed to rope in a pusher or two, no go. Words were spoken that if posted that could result in an infraction.
I figured at about this stage was possibly a good time to call it quits before I decided to drive to the nearest cliff and throw it off, I gave a mate a call with more 2 stroke knowledge than me and decided to take it to his place and have a look at.
It was at about this stage the John Conner stepped in and decided that the issue I and this decided it was an electrickery issue (spelling intentional), we looked it over and cleaned the points, changed the spark plug and decided to give it another go. Pulled it down off the ute, went to push start it and it fired up after about 5 steps, AWSOME, gear back on and out for a bit of practise, quite a few laps down all going well. Pull into the pits, grab a drink and decided to go back out, another two laps down all going well until the clip on bar decides to part company with the clamp just as I am tipping into the sweeper, therefore proving that so so fix’s on your handlebars from the last time you dropped the bike don’t work. Decided to call it a day at that stage but I was feeling good about making it through my first points meeting.
Sunday. Slept in, but still managed to be at the track by 9.40am, just as well it is pretty laid back around here.
Pulled the bike off the ute and learning my lesson from the day before decided to warm the bike up BEFORE putting my gear on. About this stage the heavens decided to open, with just a bit of hail thrown in. With the track looking more suitable for jet skies the scooter boys decided to pull the pin, but we bucketers carried on. Practise session was successful, enough said. B grade prelim race 1 went well, nothing exciting.
About this stage my day went on a rollercoaster ride, tried to get the bike running for the second prelim race, same issue as the day before F#$K!!
So out comes the plug, off comes the point cover bit of cleaning, back together, but this time it doesn’t work and it still wont start, prelim race 2 starts. We test the spark but it still seems weak, and I have run out of new plugs, I manage to track down a bottle of meths, gave the plug a clean, and inlist the help of some new pushers (my old ones are getting a bit tired by this stage) and we have ignition. Time for Race 1.
I get out to the start line, a bit nervous, flag drops, good start, get past a few people, I lock into a good little tussle with a couple of other bike, possibly showing my inexperience when in pack traffic, all going well and I zone in on getting past the FXR in front of me (Shelracing). I managed to get up the inside once but then managed to have the door shut in my face in which I saw all the effort of the previous couple of lap’s disappear, anyway, I was just starting to get back close to him when the leaders started lapping, second place come through on the inside, im ok with that, he gets in front of me just before the sweeper, im ok with that, he manages to use a bit to much brake on the inside dirty line and washes out the front putting right in front of me, im NOT ok with that, no where to go apart from down, crap, bugger, bother. Im ok, bikes still ok, it fires and I finish the race. Not happy, but not unhappy either.
Second race. The bike show its attitude again and decides not to fire, we do a quick plug clean but doesn’t work this time, not enough time to fix it, crap going to miss the race. John Conner steps in again and throws a bike in my direction and tells me to get out and race it, Sweet.
Nothing really exciting or spectacular to report in race two, I was more interested in making sure I didn’t damage the bike so the rider could use it in the following race, task done, points on the board, time to go home.
Photos below, no coments, it is perfictly clear in a few of them I am not looking through the corner properly as I should. I plead inexperience.
For the record Qkkid was in my bed, not the other way round
Originally Posted by Yow Ling
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks