- Nov 3, 2000
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Well... I finally got to go pick up my bike today. My heart was beating so fast when I pulled up to my friends driveway and saw my beautiful bike there. He obviously didn't really take care of it and it needs a good cleaning. But anyways. I finally had my bike in my possession. I rushed to the track, and drove around to find a parking spot. Parked next to these 2 other trucks. Before I could even put my foot out of my truck a guy comes running up to me asking me if I needed help getting my bike out. I said yea, since I didn't have a bike stand to use as a step. They were really nice and I chatted with them all night long. Well, they loved my new hotwheels helmet, they told me it was too pretty to wear. LOL. Well first practice comes up and I did okay. Well, for being the first time back on the bike in over a month. My bike acted funny though. Something wasn't right. I complained to "the guys" and they looked my bike over. They checked the needle, and some other stuff. Said it should be okay. Next practice came out my bike was bogging so bad. I was going crazy on the jumps. So I bring it back to the guy and said its worse. He asked if he could ride it and I watched him ride, and I told the guy next to me I'm riding it wrong. Thats the problem. Well sure enough he comes back and says I need to downshift and give it more gas, full throttle most of the time. I say OK. Next pracice comes, my bike feels alot better, he cleared out most of that crap that was in it. I was giving it gas downshifting, upshifting. Cleared a few tabletops. Didn't do any of the doubles or triples because I told my dad I wouldn't until I got my knee braces in... That was the deal we made. I did fall once in a corner when my front end washed out. I got a minor bruise and a minor cut on my elbow... (which adds to the collection of ones already there) Well 3 kids got hurt really bad. I never saw so many ambluences at a race track before. There were red lights everywhere. Well it came to my last practice session of the day, and there was a helicopter and these red lights just filled up the track. You could see them from where ever you were. It scared me. Gave me the chills to be riding and seeing those blinking red lights. I started thinking. I don't wanna ride home in those. I started freaking out. Something I have never done before. I immediately told myself I had to stop and starting thinking about riding and how I was going to clear this jump. Well. I come up to the double section and I landed wrong and grabbed a fist full of throttle by accident,feet flew off the pegs the bike almost went without me and I almost crashed (would have landed on my butt) but I held on I wouldn't let go Only part of me that was on the bike were my hands on the handlbars. I held on trying to pull my body back on the bike while giving the bike full throttle I came up to the face of the next jump and Up I went and I got my feet back on the pegs in the air, and I cleared the second double by accident. Good thing I went far enough. It was a sight to see and hard to explain, but I'm so glad I managed to keep my bike on two wheels... well for the most part. So I changed clothes and walked away from my truck for a second, and next thing ya know I turn around and the guys are loading my bike for me... :cool: :D :confused: He also is going to fax me directions to a few new tracks that opened up in the past month. :) So overall I guess I had a good day got my bike and I got to ride, but it was also a bad day because I heard so many horror stories of accidents and witnessed the most serious crashes I have ever seen in one night. It really kind of scared me. I have never feared getting hurt before. :think
