It was definitely a fun weekend, but a looong one. I rolled in to Rio early Saturday to get in an hour or so of practice. After that I was headed to Munn Racing to deliver a bike to them for a freind for some repairs. In my mind I was thinking, it's just a short hop from Rio, and I'll be right back . Even cutting out Beaumont, it was still a long, brutal, boring drive. But with several 30.00 dollar junk food corner store stops there and back, I was able to stay vertical in the seat. I made it back to the Hotel at about 9:00 p.m. Danny from Rio had called me earlier, and said he would put my bikes in the shop for the night. That was a huge help and time saver. I was going to leave them out and risk it, because I was bleary eyed and raged out.
Race day was exceptionally humid, and no breeze. Track was a little gooey during practice in some spots, but it was firming up by the end of organized practice. I really like to go into depth when I relive a moto, but this late in the week the details get sketchy. In the 50+ I think I got out front in both motos and stayed there for the win, but Mike Haverfeild and Darrell Bean were close. In fact, I think Mike was on my rear fender at one of the checkers.
In the 55+ we were gated with two other classes, and in the first moto, the other two classes went first. When our gate dropped, I got out front, and was holding David Good #129 and Darrell Bean #6 just barely out of reach of me. Within the first lap, we caught the other two classes, and that's when it got exciting/sketch/edgy. I came up on the other group, and I wanted to stay low to protect the inside. But I think it was Brittany Fink that was already in the rut, and I had to share it with her to keep David and Darrel at bay. We only touched wheels for a brief second, but we both kept it on two wheels. The next batch of riders we came upon, I choose to go high to go around a rider, but he went high too, and David Good took advantage and really poured on the throttle. I gave chase and was trying to catch David, and pass another group of riders at the same time, and with another poor line choice Darrell Bean got around me too. I gave chase, but it wasn't going to happen. They both had 1000 yard stares with elbows up, so I garnered 3rd.
Second moto, they let us go first gate drop this time. I lined up all the way to the outside so I could flat-track, and David Good was way on the inside. When we took off, David had about half a bike on me as we rounded the corner and dropped down to the first corner. Me and David are very close in speed, and I knew if I didn't get out front early, he would not make it easy. As he headed for the inside rut in the first corner, I knew there was about a 3 foot wide patch of thick and loose dirt just to the outside of the rut he was headed for. I absolutely hugged the left side if his bike, and flat-track in the fluffy stuff and got beside him, and we both hit the single roller side by side. Having the inside I was able to push him a little wide in the left hand sweeper and took the lead as we dropped into the woods. I had just took a 5 minute drool nap in my car, and was riding like a fresh, focused mad man, but David was not going away. He stayed close all the way to the checker. Afterwards, we both high-fived each other for a close, hard charging race.
Iron-man was a hoot too. John Horn #238 was on the gate, and I know I have no chance of beating him. He can go hard for 30 minutes too, but he also can twist and hold longer in sections that I ain't gonna lol. But I knew I could at least try to get a hole-shot on him. Two weeks ago at Freedom, we were in the Iron-man together, and I had told him that if I get the hole-shot that I wan't jumping the turning triple, and not to land on me. Good thing I told him too, because I was able to flat-track the outside around him for the hole shot. But once we got past the triple, he quickly disposed of me with one of his signature flat turn down look back taunt thingys; it was beautiful.
Ok, back to current Iron-man. Gate dropped, and John edged me out about a bikes length, and commenced putting on a show. I wasn't able to see the entire show because I was too far behind . While I was cruising in second, I'm not sure, but I think I cross rutted in the long left hand sweeper, and Ryan Christesen #88 got around me. I fell in close behind, and later on he bobbled somehow, and I was able to pull up along beside him. We both stepped on top of the camel hump parallel to the fence. When we landed, it was a drag race to, and around the downhill left hand sweeper. I was able to drift the outside and stay beside him. That gave me the inside line at the sandy right hander, and back to second place. He stayed real close for several laps, then I looked up and he was gone. Not sure what happened, but it was an adventure until then.
After the races, me, David Good, Nigel McKee, Mike Haverfeild, and Darrell Bean, continued the racing. We were smiling and giving kudos to each other, but there was some sizing up going on for the next round too . I found Brittany and talked to her too. While I was offering an apology about the close quarters racing, she was trying to apologize too. I told her no need, as she had the rut first, but it sure looked wider than it was .
The only thing that would have made the motos better, would have been railing Clement, but he was hiding behind the guise of making a profit. Oh well, one excuse is as good as any . See everyone next round.
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