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Racing is defined by some extreme highs… and extreme lows. This weekend had them all packed into one short period.
Highs:
Seeing Joe M’s smiling face.
Great friends coming out to show support. Tim M, Chris B, Brian Yoo, Graham P, Debbie M.
A perfectly jetted 125 on a cool fall day!
Running 1:16 lap times at will on the 125. This is my biggest achievement in racing.
Lows:
A rider was brutally killed in a startline incident during the race before my championship fight.
Getting the start of a lifetime only to see the red flag halfway around the first lap.
Tangling with 3 motards in T3 after the second start.
Finishing second in the series by one point.
To say I have mixed emotions right now is an understatement.
Race:
First start I get a good launch and fade outside where I zap a bunch of riders around T1 and even more in 1a and 2. I came into #3 clear of all motard traffic and right on Eric’s tail. I could taste the victory… Red flag in T8. a 125 rider hit a motard and sustained multiple leg and arm fractures…
Second start, not as good and I get squeezed in traffic in T1. I come out of 2 with 3 motards still in front of me. Coming into the brake chute, I decide I can get all three and I hold the throttle to my mark. I sail past 2 motards, but it’s becoming clear that I won’t get past the third before the tip in. I’m FULL on the binders now and the rear wheel is 4 feet in the air. I arrive at the tip in point 6 inches too late. The motard turns it in on me, and I try to steer, but the rear wheel just tries to pass the front. I’m fully crossed up in a front wheel stand for the crowd. I may have tapped him with the rear, or he finally saw me, but the motard gave me a little room, and I let it down and turn it in.
We both made it, but the the 2 ‘tards I passed got through again and Eric had gained 6 seconds on me. I knew my race was over as the delay had caused them to shorten this to a 6 lap event, but I put my head down and cracked off 3 16s to finish strong.
Disappointing, but I’m glad to be home in one piece, and ready to fight another day. I made all my goals but one, and it just seemed like fate wanted to take that from me this year. As they say… That’s racing.