Sunday, 24 August 2008

Im cursed

Peter-bro was ace, really smooth run weekend with a super smooth feel to the whole event, big up to all those involved. So Friday was pretty laid back, I travelled down with loads of time to spare just to get the tent up and chillax some, practice was hard, going home is like takin those 2 steps back for every one step forward, yer there is alot to be said about havin a decent track to ride but if your not riding with your buddies your not gonna stay to the same level you can be at, so I really had it against me, 6 weeks out, a lame track to ride when I could get back on and no-one to ride with then, this was gonna be a long weekend getting back into the swing of things. Friday practice session was pretty laid back too, for everyone, just a nice place to be, loads of smiling faces, I was trying to get my gates back to some sort of decent standard and get the 3rd straight semi dialled. Met up with Jez after practice for dinner and a catch up, its good to be brought back upto speed by someone in the know.
Saturday was abit more panicked, on Friday night some local youth rode off on a race bike in a hurry down a lane near the track, anyhow I spotted his mate and a few of us followed him to a house to see if we could get the bike back, instead of confront him we left it, well lets face it, no-one had said their bike was missing. So Saturday we found out it was stolen and the local wannabe cop wanted me to show him where the house was, instead of coming with me to the house he hid round the corner whilst I got the house number and street name, my last words to him; "if you hear me shout, I'm being stabbed". They went in the house later on but didn't find anything. Remember kids, keep hold of ur ride. So Saturday practice for the manx youths and they looked out of sorts, the track is a million miles from Ramsey in techincality, and the guys just havent had enough riding at this level, come Sunday though they all did themselves proud with some making semi's, which for a small club aint all that bad.

My Sunday though was slightly different, well lets face it, I'm not meant to make the main at the brits, Cheddar 05 - moto'd, Harworth 06 - 5th in semi, Burnham 07 - 5th in semi, oh yer, you guessed it, Peterborough 08 - 5th in semi. I'm not as down about it as i was last year though, cruiser was stacked this year with 32 riders, a couple of which where pro sandbaggers. I was happy to make it to the semi's but after being in 4th for most of the lap to getting a move made on me in the last corner to slow me down so i get passed on the line was abit upsetting. It was however probably my best lap of the day so I can't really complain. Twarn, what happened to you? Andy Clucas, could have won the main, what the hell happened? Josh, wtf? big names not makin the semi's let alone the main.

Jacob Robert's, your a legend full stop! 3rd in the 1st corner and I have to admit, I was slightly concerned. Jordan, in the 13's, smoothed the 3rd straight like only a pro could, only to get DQ'd for going off the course whilst in the air? Seriously officials, what? Its moves like that that make racing exciting, if you keep DQing people the moves are gonna become less and less and people will stop watching, if thats the way you want it take the corners out, and give everyone lanes. Paddy, nice once footer kid, gutted for you going down. Reidy doubling up and making both mains, your the man. Farran, that move in the last corner was epic, 4th to 2nd, wooooooooooop. And Kelvin, you killed it, your at the top of your game, fuck BC, keep going man. Your an inspiration to all, I wish you the best of luck with route55. See ya'll at Coppull

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