T75 you may ask. Read on.
Well the day dawned overcast and drizzly as the weatherman had predicted. Jeez, I hate it when they get it right. Today of all days. At least it wasn't cold so no need for the thermals.
After a record sign on and scutineering of only 2hours I managed to get the KTM onto the all important front row.The first corner was a RH hairpin so I figured that seeing as how there hadn't been a pileup for a few years that this may be the day that there was.This ended up being a wise move.
So I parked at the far LH side with only Team mate Mike Cotter on my left. We both figured that around the outside might be a good option and would enable us to mantain momentum.
Start No1 - Someone farted, sneezed or coughed and half the field took off. Luckily this was recalled as the KTM took two kicks to get going.
Start No2 - I was surrounded by 3 electric starts and seeing how the electric leg on mine still wasn't fixed I was interested to see who would win. Kick start verses Electric. Then, moments before the gun went off I noticed fuel pissing out of the crab. Panic, shit, bugger to name a few expletives. I put this behind me hooked second gear turned the engine off and waited.
The shotgun boomed and the big 300 fired straight away. We rocketed out of the blocks with nobody beside. Fuck what a feeling!! Yeah ha. Kick start dusted electric!!
Cotter got by on the outside and by the second corner I was in about 12th place.
Meanwhile there was a huge pile up on the inside corner. Instinct sometimes is right.
On the first downhill Shane McDonald went down in front of me and I narrowly avoided him. Staight up the big hill and into the tracks. The first log jam then start behind as one or two bailed and they herded everyone up around a deviation. Cock up number one from the organisers. Never have a gnarly piece so early on in a race as there are 350 odd adrenalin fueled bikers intent on getting through all at once.
My first impression after about 20 minutes. Where is the tight stuff. It was just one long moto x track. Hence quite a few got by me.
Arm pump struck and I binned it so good that I smashed my rolloffs and the front of my helmet. By the end of lap one and I was told that I was in 24th. STOP the race now please!!
New goggles and off again. Then the rain came and came and came. Coming over the brow of a hill there were about 50 riders still on the first lap stuck up a hill so I went bush with about 20 others to find a way around. Wrong move. We all got stuck and by the time we got back they had directed every one down the railway lines. Bloody dangerous not to mention a loss of about 30 places.
I binned about three more times but wasn't alone as there was carnage everywhere.
Lap three and I was told to get out of the pits pronto as they were closing the track. I got outa there and got into a good grove trying to maintain my place. However it turned to custard at another hill and again we were told to try to get through a large area of recent clearfell. Another 20 minutes later another 30 places lost. Meanwhile they took about 30 riders down the road all the way back to the pits. They missed about 15km of track. Fuckin bullshit.
So I ended up in 100th over all, 10th in class and the team 5th. And looking at the names I know that there were people in the mid 50-60's whom didn't do the whole course and I was infront of going into the final lap.
Not only that but they stopped the race after three laps with Damien King leading from brother Darryl and Chris Birch. The enduro boys were pissed as they had a plan of waiting till the last lap before they made their move. Birch was right up Kings butt along with the likes of Cam Smith, Jason Davis and a few others ready to pounce. Birch told the organisers to toughen up at the prize giving. Give that man a.
Damien King made a statement that the track was tight. He should put that comment on a Tui's ad as there was only about 7 minutes of tighter stuff but still with options to get by. Shit you could have driven a car through there.
Now Ktmboys biggest stuff up.
Unbeknown to me they gave a plastic Yamaha bag out at sign on. In it there was a ticket for dinner and for the prize draw of a PW50 or 80. Numb nuts left said bag in the motel and yep, you guessed it, it was the winning ticket. The people that won it second time around had little kids so at least somebody got the bike that will have heaps of fun on it. They had big smiles and I'm sleeping in the dog box tonight.
So, Not 100 miles only 75 and lots of pissed people. Don't know if I'll do the Tarawera 75 next year now.
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