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JUNE 5-6, 2004 WERA WEST

Hello sportsfans, sorry I haven't posted for a couple of weeks, but things have been kinda busy around the homestead. After coming back from the honeymoon, work kept me quite entertained and then we had a big wedding party to plan and enjoy, but I digress...

WERA West, Fontana, round three was a hectic weekend. I had the chance to spend some time on an SV 650 that I rode during the endurance race on Saturday. That was fun, but really kept me from spending time on the Aprilia, and I ended up on Sunday morning very sore and sporting about four good sized blisters on my hands and a couple on my feet (we did finish second in class in a WERA National Endurance race, so that was cool).

I decided to only race the Heavyweight Twins Superbike class, as I was tired and just wanted to focus on my main class. Due to some last minute "issues" I was unable to race in the previous round at Las Vegas, so I was gridded way back on the third row. "No problem, get a good start," said my overly enthusiastic inner optimist. I rarely pay any attention to him, and you'll soon see why.

This was a WERA National event and since many teams from the east coast were here, the officials decided to try and make the pit entrance more like how many of the other tracks are set up. This means that you cut through a line of cones fairly close together to go from the track surface to pit lane. Well, evidently the cones have depleted Uranium in them or at least lead, as I just nicked one with my left boot and footpeg turning towards the grid. It grabbed the shift lever and bent what was once a nice straight billet aluminum piece into a J-shaped thing that I couldn't get my foot under.

I found my spot on the grid and killed the bike and jumped off. I pushed on it, but the TCM rearsets are made of sturdy stuff, and I had to resort to kicking it about five times to get the thing mostly straight. I jumped back on the bike as the start board went sideways, and was trying to figure out whether to throw my hand up so I would get ass-rammed or to try and fire the bike and take off with the green flag. The competitor in me won and I feverishly thumbed the starter just as the green flag dropped. Weeeeell, normally I've found the clutches engagement point, am holding the front brake to keep from creeping, and manage to take off with the group, even if I don't get a holeshot. Well, this time I kinda dropped the clutch and immediately was looking at the gas cap as the bike went completely vertical. I chopped the throttle, stabbed the rear brake and leaned forward to keep the bike from going over backwards and watched as everyone, even the novices, went shooting by me. Last place off the line, great.

I got the thing moving forward and took off after the group (is a group of twin racebikes a gang, or is it a flock or herd or gaggle. Actually, come to think about it, it should be a thumping of twins...). I got around most of the backmarkers going from the banking into the infield, and was around all but the lead two bikes by the end of the first lap. I was being held up but didn't want to make a dumb pass and so I waited for a good spot and passed one bike only to get passed back waiting to pass the lead bike. I decided to just get away and put in a few clean laps and was going to pass for the lead when that bike grenaded a motor. At that point I just put it in cruise control and circled around until the checkered flag.

As always, I have to thank Peanut, as she had a really tough weekend but was still supportive and helpful. California Race Services were ultra busy all weekend but still had time for me whenever I needed it and of course supply the most kick-ass slicks available--Pirelli. TCM Products helped me with a great rearset package, able to withstand serious bending and still not break, strong enough to get kicked and still stay true. Leo Vince makes a really great pipe for the new Aprilia's and I'm spoiled with the power the bike makes now, Thanks guys.





The endurance team bike: I thought I  ordered the LARGE gastank??




It  helps with concentration. Really.



We just can't seem to get
rid of Rich.



These geniuses rammed themselves in the doorway....


..and had to let the air out of their tires to get un-stuck.