- Feb 9, 2000
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I trudged on over to Casey Sunday morning by myself. The drive only took about 2.5 hours and there weren't any incidents with law enforcement so I thought that must be a good sign. That pretty much sums up the good for the day with the exception of 2 events. I was forced to park as far from the HS start as possible and I was 2 hours early! I made the long trek to the sign up table and attempted to sign up for the "+30, beginner, 250cc, 4-stroke, air-cooled, yamaha, model year 2000" class and the lady in charge was not very co-operative. I settled for the +30 B class and then proceeded to feel very ill, when I looked down and found a $20 bill! Another good sign I thought. In the next 90 minutes I formulated my race plan. I had decided that I would go 100% for the first 2 laps, then settle into a nice pace and then pick it up again toward the end if anything was left. The race was to be 2 hours with approximately 5.5 mile laps. I figured with the lack of riding lately that I had about 7-8 laps in me. RACE TIME.... I started in the second row and was running around 3rd or 4th in my class for the first 2 laps but upon arrival at the grandstand area after the 2nd lap they flagged everyone down and made us stop! It seems that they forgot to take down a couple flags from the mini's and half the pack only ran half the course. It figures that the guy I was following lead me through the entire course.... 20 minutes in the heat and they decide on a total restart, and we're still gonna do 2 hours. WHOA, I just wasted 35 minutes of my race pace, hadn't planned on that, oh well at least I had pulled up right behind a CR450 on the line and had a nice roost to look forward to. First lap of the restart seemed to go well, 17 minutes a few odd seconds. Second lap was going well until I came to a very sandy creek crossing with a small but steep hill on the other side. I had blasted this thing quite a few times before with no mishaps and knew the secret. Pin it! Somewhere around the middle of the creek I noticed a downed rider in the fetal position with about 8-9 people in their 20's around him looking him over. I was really wondering what happened to him but I guess I rubbernecked about a 1/4 second too long because the next thing I know my front tire dropped about 2' and stopped cold. Big time tank slapper, with the much dreaded knee/thigh slapper, wrist bender, over the bars and back of bike coming over on top of ya coming milliseconds thereafter. While I was dazed the 20 somethings got my bike off of me and move us both out of the way. Nice people. I had a strong suspicion what had happend to my compadre. The young folks then decided to flag people down and warn them of the impending danger. Why they didn't think of that after the 1st guy I don't know. After clearing the cobwebs for about 5 minutes I was gingerly on my way. Pretty much everything was hurting but my glove and right grip were so muddy I could barely twist the throttle anyway. By then end of the 2 lap I was starting to feel human again and felt like I was picking up speed. I was really starting to wonder where the guys from the other race came from though. There were about 4 spots in the course where I would follow the arrows off a road and into the trees for about 2 minutes, pop out onto the same road and then back into the trees and I had noticed that damn near everyone was just skipping the woods (ARROW MARKED SECTION). Hmmmm....Oh well they must be in another race or have special rules. I figured going into this deal that I had about 2 hours in me. With the 35 minute pre-race fiasco that was going to leave me a little short. I stopped once to help a fellow in dire need, face planted in a deep sandy corner due to exhaustion, got stuck in 2 muddy ruts that seemed to beg for 30" wheels and got in 5 laps (plus the 2 'practice' laps. I knew I wasn't in race shape before going in so all in all I don't feel as badly as I probably should. Ended up 7th (with only 9 in the class). The 2 practice laps hurt and the 2nd lap crash took about 4 minutes off every lap after that. Did I mention that I think about 90% of those guys only rode about 80% of the course? I am familiar with a 50 ft. rule but damn! I really want to race some more D17/D16 HS but is it all about who can cut the most course? I'd say 50% of my body is seriously sore today so we'll see how I feel about it later. Did I mention that on the 3rd lap I stopped and let about 4 guys go ahead of me at the sandy creek crossing? Hehe, I figured they all wad it up and then I'd pick a good line around them. Those ornery 20 somethings (who were now gone, evidently to find a new spot with lots of carnage) had either filled the hole in or it had disappeared on its own. I felt just plain stupid watch everyone blast right across whilst I sat there :) A great day of fun actually!
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