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I heard that Sully60 took the bucket up the Hill climb and it took the contagious! (Edit For AllanB pronounced cunt ages)
Yes folks I now have the somewhat dubious honour of posting the slowest time ever recorded since the inception of this fine event.
I didn't really have any goals other than not falling off and to have a good time, posting a good time on the other hand would be a different story.
I was also riding an RG150 kindly supplied by Koba so at least there was some competitive aspect with the 'sled being the only bucket entered. So I was thinking maybe I'd whoop me some Str8jacket ass and maybe have a tussle with Quallman for 2nd 150cc Streetstock. I had no illusions that Weaver would have the pace to take it on the day, I'm quite staggered by the pace he actually showed, well done that man!
I suppose my main aim for the weekend was to make sure Sherie enjoyed herself and her bike was looked after. I wanted her to enjoy this event it's something quite special even without the rally side of things. As most of you know Trudes and my lovely lady were amongst the volunteers helping out with the timing last year, so whilst she knows the mechanics of how the event runs I wanted her to experience it from the riders seat and catch that 'If I just get one more run' bug.
That didn't take too long
So the much vaunted first run of the slippery 'sled in all it's megaphone heralded glory was set for it's first run and I turn up to the start line a minute too late
Have wee waa session in the helmet start the engine and turn the waa up some more, no one can hear me, I can't even hear myself.
Get to the line for the next run in time and it's all systems go. The bike is running the tallest possible gearing, far taller than I've ever run so the start progress is slow but steady with the clutch finally home I hook second gear and glance to the right to see Koba's Mum and Dad so I give them a descent wave and smile just as the gearbox drops from second into neutral, the engine spins way into the redline and I lurch forward one handed and foot stamping away at the gear lever trying to hook second again, what a farkin fool!
Some kids accost me in the pits later and were adamant that I was really lucky not to fall off, I didn't put up too much of an augment to that.
Apart from that the only other moment of note on my first run was having to change down gear going into the Cliffhanger corner to maintain momentum, strange feeling
So about three minutes later I arrive at the top.
Time 4.01,xxx, no that's not a typo, four minutes, one second and a few of them other bits and I felt everyone of them!
That's not really worth the effort so I switch to the RG and take it up on the next timed run. This thing has quite a misfire and to be honest is only slightly faster than the bucket, 29 seconds faster than the bucket and about 16 slower than Str8jacket at this stage the fastest 150 rider.
So with some fiddling in the pits Koba and I find a few little problems and go about rectifying them and I pull up for the next timed run.
Much better, the bike runs cleanly now if a little flat.
Have a fun wee wobble and end up with the time 3.13, still slower then either Hels or Kyle, oh well.
At least there's alcohol being served and with the last run being cancelled ( sorry Racerhead) now it's serving time!
It's funny how time plays tricks, it seemed to take an age to get up that hill today but when it came to being out of leathers into normal clothes and sitting down with a beer I have no memory of it taking any time at all
So after helping change a tyre or two with TLjimmy, some good banter with a few old mates and some new it was dinner time. The chicken 'surprise' turned out to be a good feed and with a few more good drinks and a top banda great night was had, even if a few fire stick admirers raised the wrath of Hels unslept!
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Originally Posted by Sully60
Stop licking toilet seats mate theres all sorts of contagious diseases on em.
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