How I saw it all .....
Well, fark me if that wasn’t a weekend that will NEVER be forgotten.
To think. There are people that are alive today that will never do something that gives them the same feeling that we got.
The full circus lads, the MotoGP for fark sake, and we were there, we saw it, we walked down the pit lane and saw the actual bikes they had just raced, and we got out on the track in front of the same crowds and gave it some. And by all accounts, it would seem we put on a pretty farkin good show an all.
Well done to the lads out the front that showed the crowds that 2.24 doesn’t look all that much slower than the simply other-worldly 2:05’s …. And good on it to all the others that made up the numbers. We may not have been goin as fast, but I’ll bet the ‘moments’ we all had going into corners and sliding out as well as balls-in-the-mouth overtaking moves made all the spectators that stayed loose a few beats of the heart !!
We say it all the time so it’s easy to become complacent, but I’m sure I’m speaking for all ….. to those that made sure this thing could happen (you know who you are), we owe you something BIG. Thanks lads, thanks. To those that came up to support and didn’t blink when asked to carry stinking wet leathers in pristine aircond cars … thanks. And to my fellow racers that for a fleeting 25 minutes joined me on the track to help me do what I was doing and feel what I felt ... cheers lads.
Now then, enough of the soap box shite. Down to the juicies. To English Bob and Olie, we all have it in our minds that such incidents can happen, but buy christ it sure shakes you up to see it. Just bloody glad you guys came through the nasty end and are back on the up and up. After seeing Olie all white in the medical tent I’m farkin sure I was whiter than him when I left. That guy is such a farkin legend though cause even when in obvious pain and discomfort he still had the presence of mind to thank ME for going to see if he was alright…. L E G E N D .. legend.
English Bob, hope you get well really quickly. I just can’t wait to give you shite for crashing on the inside right of a right hander … and yer bike still looks a minter … you too my friend are a farkin legend !! …
And to the others slightly more fortunate crashers … Flymo … scary to think just what times you would have put in on the Saturday given your qualifying times matey !! …. PIA …. YOU are a LEGEND my friend …. I can still hear you … “I saw Olie getting away from me and so I twisted the go stick a little more and … then ….I heard the revs rise ….and …then….”. Ah Simon, you were ON this weekend. That mighty Stallion of yours might be temperamental at times but the two of you are one FAST package bro … and when it all comes together I just think the “three baldess” might find themselves looking up at you and your head of hair on that there podium …
And what of The Legend himself. Well, as is appropriate I was a hell of a lot faster BEFORE I got on the track … arf arf arf. I had a blast at qualifying, had a shite first race where Trev reminded me that racing is much much more than just doing fast(ish) laps. It’s also about having balls, being able to pass, being fast where the other guy is slow, not loosing concentration … should I continue ?? … in essence, the guy in FRONT is the better racer…. That’s WHY he is in front.
So, come the second race and some timely words of advice from the Mighty Ones spastic jockey …. I set to it, and by fark did I have the time of me life. I can’t remember fark all !!! … All I know is I got a good start by my standards, which was still shite … but since I was at the farkin back I couldn’t loose too many places ANYWAY !! … into turn one to see that Kamikaze nutta (Silver Stuffa) fly straight past me and somehow he leant it over and went round. I’m not sure who I was behind, but we started making our way through the crowds, and somewhere I have it in my mind by the third lap (?) I had passed Nils, Trevor, Jarko … and then I was behind Hosier … and that was my undoing ….
I was wearing earplugs, and it really did help. I was able to concentrate ..for the full 3 laps…. So there I was, behind Richard and I thought, fark me … I’m going to get off this thing at the end of the race and I can say .. yup, I was racing with Hosiers duke !! I followed him for a lap and a half I think, and noticed were I was a wee bit faster … and going on the Mighty Jockies advice, I hung back a bit to get the drive on him. So, I hung back into 4 then got on it going into the fast left/ right (turns 5 and 6) and was closing .. then he went slightly wide out of 6 and I just kept winding on the go juice .. and fark me .. I couldn’t believe it .. I saw him slowly dropping back past my left field of view .. and scenes of adulation flooded my brain … “you bet Righard !!” …until I looked closely at turn 7 ….. I have always thought this corner can be taken much much faster than it looks, and although I have proven this to myself .. it still scares the shit out of me … everytime I go into it I have to say (look through it .. DON’T look at the gravel … DON’T look at the APEX …). So there I was .. going so so much faster than I wanted, and steering straight ahead ….looking straight at the gravel AND the apex !!!
I don’t think I even turned an inch … or braked … I just remember thinking F U C K … yes, I thought **** …in capitals !! … I somehow had the presence of mind to pull in the clutch just before I flew off the tarmac, and thank **** I have gone off into the gravel before (once) cause otherwise I would surely have been screwed. No brakes, legs off the pegs … I was in third and I figure I was going close to 130 when I went in ?? … and TWICE the bars were going like a bar dancer ..and I was falling off to one side and I could just picture the mess me bike was going to be in ….. then …. Fark me … it stopped, I stopped. I was still upright. I killed the ignition just as my brain stopped screaming long enough for me to see the half dozen marshals running to me. I was about 8 meters from the barrier !! ….
You think I grin like a tossa normally?? … you should have seen me … I was given the marshals high fives, I was screaming “YES” !!! “WHOA” !! …and all so much more that aren’t actually words .. I was just givin it !!
Anyway, fired er up again, and the lads got me out of the gravel onto the grass and I got back on the track, and finished the race… about last again… and I learn’t another lesson about racing. Just cause your goin fast(ish) .. it means sod all if you can’t go round the corners … arf arf arf !!
Still ….that stupid farkin grin lasted ALL night and half way into the next day !! God you just want to bottle that feeling and forcibly feed it to those sad sad tossa’s you see everyday in there cars as the go to and from work.
On the last lap I must have been doing 50kph the whole way round. I had me horn blasting and I was givin the marshals and the crouds the big thumbs and I swear EVERY single person I was looking at was givin it right back. I just knew it then and there, what we had just got to do was something special and that feeling was going to be with me forever.
Magic lads, just magic and I can’t think of a better croud than you lot to share it all with.
P.S sorry for the essay lads, but I just couldn't say it all in less :-)