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.
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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.
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