This is a intresting twist on the weekend results from my buddy watching in the stands. I think that I took first in my class. They ran 2 classes together and there was bikes every where turn 1. Paint chips, and sparks flying. I'll get pictures soon.
Race Report (embellished with as few facts as possible)
So here is a quick race report for the young and restless Mr. Hansel.
Young and daring that Matt is, he thought he might sign up for the "Lightweight" SportMoto class, when in fact he needed to sign up for the "Mini" Sport Moto class. The difference between the two you ask? Oh, about 300% more horsepower and about another 3/4 mile added onto the track. At least the mistake was caught before the our fine young warrior got caught up in any unpleasantness.
Onto the first practice he goes and it becomes immediately clear that the 55 pound seven year old on a nearly identical bike probably has Matt's number, his main competition shows itself as Mr. Kilkenny, riding a 1966 Hodaka Road Toad (literally!) and a 48 year old (rather portly) recently divorced insurance salesman from St. Louis. Matt wasted no time picking up his WIR / Kaukauna / Hillbilly / NASCAR - bump and run style of riding. I think a witnessed him look over his shoulder, see a competitor gaining, and literally swerve to punt him into the cheap seats. Running out of practice time, and Me screaming at him from the sidelines to take off the skirt, Matt stepped it up, and promptly laid it down. Twice to be exact...
Returning to the pits, it was revealed that the optimum tire pressures of 22psi front and rear were not in Matt's game plan. If memory serves me, he had a rock solid 40 in the rear and a pig-on-marshmallows 8 in the front. Once that was straightened out, Matt Lined up for his heat race.
The dual was on from the drop of the flag, Matt Vs. 1966 Road Toad in a death match. Sparks flying and tires squealing, the 1966 pilot eventually saved a nasty high side by wedging his ankle between the solid mounted 3/4" round footpeg and the concrete curbing, OUCH! He rode fifteen more feet to the side of the track and fell off the bike into the fetal position. Did I say OUCH? Anywho, Matt soldered on to the end and finished with the bike and his unsacrificed ankle, sunny side up.
The only real drama in the main was when Matt again tried his NASCAR cheap seats move on the Insurance salesman and they both nearly ate shit hard. That spooked the Midlife crisis dude enough to steer so clear from Matt, he almost got lapped by the Kid Himself! Oh yeah, there was a point in the waning moments of the race, when the previously mentioned 7 year old was lapping through the field, and it looked (for a hair raising moment) like Matt was ready to punt this little tike off into the bleachers too. Luckily for the Kid (and especially Matt, if ya know what I mean) he grabbed his head outta the tool box and let the kid past unscathed.
As for me, Bla - fookin - Bla, new race tires fresh outta the mold have about as much traction as 10W-40 on ice. I didn’t know that. First practice, first turn, BLAM, screeeeeech. My day only got worse from there.
Yeah I supose that some explaining is in order. I'm racing Super motard mini class this year. My rig is a 1999 xr-100 with a few little toys on it. Nothing fancy really. Its cheap as road racing gets. I was really suprised that my buddy Kevin was racing that 1966 beast out there with us. More set up for pit bike duties he was able to hold his own pretty good. Everyone is just about equal with horse power so things get intresting. The weapon of choice is the xr-100, however there was a crf150, a KZ80 and a KZ60 out there with us. The front striaght away turns into a full out drag race, and then a battle for corner position into the first corner which can get pretty hairy at times. Hopefully the pictures get developed soon. My buddy who wrote the article races in the sport moto class with a wicked 2002 CRF 450 with 17 inch rims. Talk more later.
ahhh, that explains a little more. that 450crf must be a monster. i rode the 4stroke yammie 250 over the weekend and what a stump puller that thing was. it was worked a little but not much. i used to ride and xrl500 and that thing was just plain big and fun. the xr200/250 is a little more the right sixe for me though. power wise.
Yeah I'm still alive. One guy high sided right in front of me and was a hurting unit. Was going around 50-60 and landed on his head. Cracked the helmet, broke the eye sheild. I guess he broke his collar bone, popped a ear drum, and had a concusion. OUCH! As for me blah blah blah. Rear tire was junk, couldn't hold the track at all. I was sliding and backing the bike into the corners all the bloody time. Then I was grided in a crappy spot and for the two heats the guy in front of me needed to get a AZZ kicking. Round one I almost run into the back of him because he left the choke on and killed the motor. Round two same guy took off in first and wheelied it and got scared and slammed back into the ground out of shape and cut the throttle. So I have no where to go and slam on the brakes and then go around this guy. I look ahead and the whole feild was around the corner and on to the straight already. Not a good weekend.
Here are some pictures. http://briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/mhansel81
http://www.dieseljo.com/ GO click on the video link and check oout the racing action last weekend. Too bad no one caught me high siding when my chain broke and wrapped up in the rear axle. Yeah fun fun.