- Jan 25, 2000
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I left at 5:15 am, hoping to make Ridgecrest in time for the unclassified, but I got there just a little too late, so I entered the four stroke class instead (scheduled later in the day). I had a few "incidents", including a crashed bike that took 20 minutes to restart, tear-offs that came of all at once (couldn't see, crashed), plugged alternate line, etc., so I didn’t even make one good lap, but at least I finished.
The second day, I went to the Ridgecrest Honda dealer and bought some laminated tearoffs (packs of 7) and then to Walmart to purchase a plastic “For Rent” sign to construct a homemade mud flap for the front fender. Things would be better now – I was prepared. Through the first mudhole, my homemade mud flap seemed to be working and, as I neared the end of the first lap, I was thinking, “ Damn, I'll bet my lap time is at least 2 minutes faster than my best yesterday”. Nope. As I enter the grandstand waterhole, for some reason I decided to go to the right. Almost immediately, something grabbed my front wheel and turned it into a rudder. I hit the deepest part of the pond with a big splash and the grandstand crowd cheered. I’ve always been a crowd pleaser – I feel it’s my duty. My homemade mud flap was half ripped off, but the bike hadn’t sucked any water (I hope) because it landed near the edge, wheels pointing up. Both boots felt like they had a gallon of water in them (nice). At this point, I felt ready to take a snooze right there on the bike, so I called it a day.
Oh well, maybe next time……
The second day, I went to the Ridgecrest Honda dealer and bought some laminated tearoffs (packs of 7) and then to Walmart to purchase a plastic “For Rent” sign to construct a homemade mud flap for the front fender. Things would be better now – I was prepared. Through the first mudhole, my homemade mud flap seemed to be working and, as I neared the end of the first lap, I was thinking, “ Damn, I'll bet my lap time is at least 2 minutes faster than my best yesterday”. Nope. As I enter the grandstand waterhole, for some reason I decided to go to the right. Almost immediately, something grabbed my front wheel and turned it into a rudder. I hit the deepest part of the pond with a big splash and the grandstand crowd cheered. I’ve always been a crowd pleaser – I feel it’s my duty. My homemade mud flap was half ripped off, but the bike hadn’t sucked any water (I hope) because it landed near the edge, wheels pointing up. Both boots felt like they had a gallon of water in them (nice). At this point, I felt ready to take a snooze right there on the bike, so I called it a day.
Oh well, maybe next time……