Well, I've been keeping this to myself for the last three days, and this post just makes me want to tell my MX track story.
Went to El Cajon track Monday night with a buddy for vet night. He has a CR 250 and in the desert he has left me so far behind, I was in a different time zone. So on the way to the track I was razing him about how I was going to leave him in the dust. Of course when we get to the track the excuses start flying. I start by saying my ankle is killing me (old climbing injury) and him by saying he had a hard day at work (he sits at a desk). My strategy was to let him wear himself out on his beast of a bike, then get him later in the night. So we did our warm-up lap, and then another, then two more. Then he pulls into the pits and stops. So I ask what's up and he says the lens on his goggles is too dark, and he wanted to change to a lighter one. So I waited for him.
Then we're back on the track and without a doubt we are going to get something out of this first real lap. First turn, first jump, me in front. Then the woooops (several) he catches back up. Then tight turn, then big step-up, then long transiton down, then nice bank turn, then staight-away, then tight turn.
I'm out in front and not by a bike lenght either.
We came in for a break after a few laps. I ask if I could try his bike and offered mine up for trade. So we swapped and out we went (not to race). His bike landed like a small planet (hard) and had crap for rear brakes. The seat is hard as rock also. But, when you open that thing up it's scary.
I told him with some brake work (stop faster, go faster) and some fork work (compression settings) it would be different story.
Yes, I smoked him the first lap and all but one lap for the rest of the night. But for the most part I think everyone else smoked us. :laugh:
All I can say is; I love my bike, "The Turtle".