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April
17-18 WSMC
Sometimes all the
harbingers of doom are just tests of your determination. Let's
count all of the foretokens that were telling me me to crawl back
into bed for the weekend:
1. You will recall, my
faithful readers, that I badly needed new fork springs for my 250.
Suffice it to say that they had not yet been replaced.
2. I never ordered my 125
rear shock spring. It is a mystery to me why I can't get around
to doing that.
3. I had no generator for
the weekend. My thieving punk
neighbors decided they'd liberate us of both of our generators, as well
as a SikkBike scooter and an Aprilia
Electric bike. (The Sikk Bike and one generator were broken and
needed to be thrown away, so I guess they saved us some hauling costs.
We have a lot of broken useless crap in our garage)
4. We were up until 2:30am
building a freakin' trailer.
5. I packed shorts and
flip-flops for the weekend and it rained on the drive up to Rosamond
and half the day on Saturday.
6. Practice: My first session out, the
125 was running very rich. Of course I didn't bring the tuner chart
telling me
which jet to use at 50 degrees Farenheit.
7. I discovered an oil leak on my 250 as
I
was about to leave for middleweight practice session.
8. JM had to work Saturday and had the
good toolbox with him.
So how in the world did this turn
around?
First of all, club racers are the best
folks there are. Our buddy's Rich and Oz let me leach power off
of them. Rob let me borrow his tools to fix (yes fix!) my 250.
Second, sometimes you just need another set of eyes because you are not
lookijng for the obvious. Quentin
Wilson from Apex
Predator Racing, the sponsor of the 125 class noticed my choke was on
and asked if I taken the 125 out in practice with it like that. Doh!
Third, those bikes vibrate and rattle a lot when you are flogging them,
and things come loose. The 250 lower cylinder bolts that held the part
where the header enters the cylinder were loose. I tightend those down
and voila! No leak.
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