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i just couldnt get anything to go my way this weekend. my WTF!? weekend went something like this:
get up early Sun, pull the crappy Michs off the MWPT bike to put on what is probably some equally crappy Dunnys. while that is being done get the SB through tech, then get both bikes back in one piece for practice.
i go out for 1st practice on the SB and i end up behind Pete. "cool, at least he knows where hes going" (i havent done a lap yet so i dont know how the track is) down the straight into Chicane1: a little hot but i got it. C2: a little better. C3:braking, tipping, fingers slip off brake lever i reach and grab too much, BAM im on the ground with my foot stuck under the bike. first crash in 5 years. Laps done:0
i get what i need to fix the bike, which was really just a M/C res. and i get ready for 2nd practice. i still havent Tech'd the PT bike yet i jump on it to head to Tech...batts dead. DAMMIT! (new batt BTW). i jump start it and head to tech and i SHUT THE FUCKIN BIKE OFF! :duh: push it back. no practice. Laps:0
race 5 (MWPT) comes (jump start bike) and while out on the warm up lap so does the rain. they send us in for tire changes. the "10 minutes" (which is usually 15) was more like 5. i pulled in, got my gloves and lid off when they announced "5 min left". bullshit. (btw..i shut the bike off again. had to jump it) Mullin and Ricky made it out on rains but that was it for our class. i intended on using this race for practice.
green flag and i cruise around. the bike is scary loose, almost like a flat tire (i really need a shock) a few laps in i hear the familiar sound of Jay Roots motard who started the wave after me and is on rains. i hear him through the chicanes and really hear him in T3 so i know hes right behind me. i enter T3 left of center leaving the inside waaay open, i even look back at him through T4 and stay left leaving him 30 ft of track on my right and that fucking asshole passes me on the 3ft of pavement on my left. now i like JR, but ive only been in a race with him twice and both times hes pulled a move like this on me and i find it completely uncalled for. i left plenty of obvious space for him to pass and he took he low road. dick move.
i finish dead last.
race 10 LWGP. again with the rain. it literally only stated raining Sun right before i went on the track. i throw rains on the SB and warmers on KBs bike JIC it doesnt rain. well it does. im lined up right behind Pete. green drops and Petes gets an awesome start. him and Mullin bump into C1 and Mullin gets bumped off line and i squeeze through to take 3rd. Mullin gets by into T3 and the next lap hes by Pete. i catch Pete in the bowl and pass him quite easily. i put down a couple good laps to try and keep up with the #24 but hes slowly pulling away. 1/2 way and i notice the gas light flashing. WTF? i told amanda to put gas in it! i look around and Pete is miles away. fuck it! i start short shifting to limp it home. im begging for a white flag but it never comes. the bike starts sputtering and losing power. i get it back to the pits and start yelling at amanda about the gas. i pop the cap....1/2 a tank. again...WTF? i ascertain the sputtering to be caused by water in the front plug (again
) ive owned this bike for 8 years and NEVER had this problem...until the last race of last season..and now again. fuck this shit, i gotta find a way to keep it dry. so i was in 3rd..handed my best finish to Pete ,trophy, points and all. and picked up a DNF in exchange. my first in a long time. once i was done racing the sun came out.
Fuck this weekend. it sucked
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Originally Posted by 5TOEZ
