I probably saw mart race but didn't know who he was as I haven't met him before.
I had a bit of an eventful weekend in the 140s. Had a few set up niggles in practice and qualified on the second row so thought it should be a good day on Sunday. Warm up on sunday morning went well especially as the track was dry.
Race 1 I was struggling with grip which led to a few arse twitching moments as the back end spun up and came round whilst trying to catch Emma Field, recovered it by some freak amount of luck but the damage was done and I had lost too much ground.
Had the three quad races just before race 2 and that was playing up as well
When it did run though I was hanging off like a baboon trying to keep the wheels on the tarmac. They may be small but I was sweating like mad and totaly knackered at the end of it which set me up well for race 2 as I still hadn't got my breath back (one of the down sides to being an old fart I suppose)
Race 2 was virtualy over as I hit the first corner. I was struggling to get the bike to turn in fast and all it wanted to do was push wide. Managed to make up a few places before the straight but the bike still continued to handle badly. Well after hitting the deck for the sixth time I decided enough was enough. Got the bike back to the pits only to find the front tyre was flat. No wonder the damn thing wouldn't turn in. Just as I pulled in my mate had a moment on the track launching himself into the tyres! He ended up with a dislocated shoulder which funnily enough popped back in as the medics were trying to get his leathers off. Not bad for his first meeting as well
Race 3, Had to sling a wet on the front as there wasn't time to sort out the puncture from race 2. Got a pretty good start and held up till about lap 5 when the wet front got all French and hoisted the white flag. Every time I exited a hairpin the front would slide causing the bike to drop hard. It came to a head when I was in the top corner basically holding the front of the bike up on my knee to prevent it wiping out and spitting me into the tyres.
End result was a set of completely shagged wets, a knackered quad, a punctured front which was shredded due to doing about 8 laps when flat, another miriad of battle scars on my leathers and a big fat grin on my ugly chops as no matter what went wrong I still had a top weekend
The modified class was epic as usual. Coxy had his work cut out when his bike stalled when the flag dropped, but he managed to work his way to the front by the end of the race. Both Ryan and Dane were plagued with mechanical problems which was gutting as both of them were absolutely flying.
The 140s were inspected and all were found to be correct which showed on the lap times as there wasn't much between everyone which made it one hell of a good meeting for all involved.
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