Umm...full of confidence after Tuesday's shennanegans I decided to whip some ass at the PMCC round 3 in Taupo.
Post Classic Qualifying:- Spent 2 laps reminding myself of all these bastard slippery patches. Third lap...fast bits but kinda all over the place. Fourth lap ...kinda less all over the place but still a bit loose...ah well..it'll come together in the race. Fuck me...Qualified 2nd with a 1.49.
F3 Qualifying:- Went out following Neil Chappell to try and gain some speed... Passed him but he then "accidently" put me on the grass. I kept it rubber side down. Next lap, banged it up to 5th and tipped it into T9 as I'd done for umm...at least 40 laps on Tuesday. Fuck me...front end went, caught it, then it went bye bye at a sniff under 195. I managed to alternate hips/arse to prevent overheating leathers. Hole in tank, petrol pissing out everywhere. RH clipon broken, both footrests loose, etc etc. Felt a right dumbarse as no need whatsoever to push it in my "fun" f3 class.
Anthony, Ben(K), Tony (OK) et al helped reassemble the CBR. Mostly by raping bits from Anthony's dead VFR.
2nd Post Classic Race:- Ho ho...started from 2nd...that's a first for me. Neil was gone. Outbraked the 2-smoke (NSR250) that had passed me. Had a dice for a lap or so. Man that NSR has some berries but looked a bit of an on-off switch when getting on the gas. Anyhoo, we were having fun but after the bike's arse stepped out a couple of times I decided to calm down and bring her home. Genesis 1000 passed me...decided not to chase too hard as not in my class anyhoo. Someone else passed...you get the picture. Started getting confidence back and beginning to reel in whoever the hell has just passed me. Cruising (and I mean really tentative with the gas just to bring er home) in 4th or 5th place or summit. Let Ben pass me a couple of times knowing I could always nip past him on the final lap.
Tipping into T5 at a fair old pace was surprised to see Ben taking a very tight and faster line up my inside. Fuck me (well..actually, wasn't that surprised)he lowsided but as I was already knee down I had nowhere to go and he skittled me. Fuggin very nasty tumblewumbly bang your head on the ground 2 or 3 times crash. I lay face down cursing my bad luck for a good few seconds before wiggling all my limbs (again) to check I was in one piece and waving at the marshall.
Bike pretty mangled. Johan took it down to Paul's and I'm sure he'll be postic piccies of it but it'll include 2 broken clipons, footpegs, master cylander, bent subframe and a destroyed fairing. Helmet, leathers, boots fucked...bugger.
That's been 3 $hitty meetings on the trot so hopefully my wee run is over.
Lessons learn't
1) Did you know that if you run wide into T9 to avoid all the $ht they've lain on the inside there's a really nasty bump? Of course, I only took notice of this after I'd crashed.
2) Unless you are very talented, don't outride your shite old 400 if you're too tight to buy ohlins and slicks.
3) Change your front tyre more than once a year.....yes... even if it does have loads of tread left on it and you're a tight scotsman
See ya'll at the VMCC where I will almost certainly have my head down and be riding like a girl.
Cowpoos...you're on my ignore list for a fortnight so don't waste your time.
Originally Posted by Kickha
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