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[QUOTE="justalonewolf007, post: 1338228, member: 77294"] (It's here. Thought I posted it on saturday, but ends up my computer wasn't having any of it.) Moto #2 came very quickly, and I made the decision that I wasn’t going to let any pitbike beat me twice. “No way, no how, nuh-uh!” The gates dropped, and I made it into the corner just behind the pro rider. The faster pitbike was just over my shoulder on the inside, but I did my best berm railing impression, and came out in front of him. Just after the corner, 457 skipped past me through the whoops section. I wasn’t about to slow up like I had the previous moto, and decided to see just how nice a properly set up suspension would work. Ends up that it works pretty good! I hit the face of every whoop with ULTRA AGGRESSIVE STYLE (copyright someone else), and bounced goonishly through the section, and the following double. I wasn’t out of control, per se, but I was letting loose just a little bit more than before. I picked a center line that brought me halfway up the berm, and headed for the first triple. I wasn’t going to double it this time around, but seeing the little pimp(pit)bike taking the inside, I knew it was time to let the bike take the jump for me. I grabbed a handful of throttle, and brought myself into attack position at the face of the launch ramp, and shifted into second. “AIE--” BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP I missed the shift, and dove straight down. The death grip sequence was automatically initiated. “---YIKES!!!!” My chest protector saved me from the wrath of the handlebars, and I managed to stick on the bike. I didn’t quite knock the wind out of myself, but certain parts of my anatomy were protesting the impact. Feeling just a little too relieved to deliver anything more than a mild reprimand to the new ride, I returned my focus to the next triple. I didn’t commit for the double, instead choosing to loft myself off the single. This was enough to keep me just in front of the faster pitbike. He dove to the inside, and I took the berm again, getting near and passing him on the tabletop with my surprisingly effective case-and-bounce method. Between that, and a few delivered “ninja” yells, I was holding my ground. The poor guy had to think I was nuts, but even that thought had me grinning. Through the back building, I fought with the rut, and lost a little distance. I launched over the single, and in doing so hit the next section of whoops just a little too hard, without being on the gas hard enough. I barely doubled the first two, and plowed right into the face of the third. Again, the suspension did its incredibly amazing thing, and sucked it all up like a thirsty dude presented with a beer. I still bounced through the rest of the section pretty hard, and lost quite a bit of speed in doing so. Just as soon as my front was clear of the last annoying dirt hump, I came on my favorite part of the track, and pinned it with a gleeful whoop. 2nd, 3rd, 4th, through the straight, then let off and leaned through the sweeping corner. I threw out an extra goonish leg and tipped things over pretty far to make myself look faster. (Okay, blatant lie there, I did it to make myself *feel* faster. Hehe!). My ULTRA AGGRESSIVE GOON tactics had distanced me from the pitbike! Success! Or so I thought. While I was taking the easier, but much longer line of hitting the berm, the little dude had darted to the inside again. “Good grief this little dude is crazyfast.” All the distance I had made up in the straight had just been lost in the corner. Having one lap down, I realized that I was going to have to play all my goon technique cards just to stay in front of him. “It’s a friggan pit bike!! You can’t let one of those beat you!!!” The next lap was an exact repeat of the first. I cased it both times doubling each triple, but doing so kept me in front of the little dude. I threw out more “AIEYAH”s, and started laying down the ULTRA AGGRESSIVE GOON style corners every chance I had. I race for the fun of it, and many wouldn’t realize what a little goonriding can do. It’s just fun. Lap three was exactly the same, with me being only a little further ahead. I began checking to see where the pro rider was, but I couldn’t see her. Finally, as I came into the back building and its big rutty 180, she thundered past, almost surprising me. I normally hear the 4-strokes a lot sooner than that. I lofted over the single, and through the small whoops section with almost a feeling of relief. All the hardcore gooning had been starting to wear me out. I was 4th (last) overall in the women’s class that day, but some good racing was to be had with that pitbike. The kid came in just behind me, and we exchanged a grin and thumbs up before parting ways in the pit area. I was completely content with the world as I sat down to take off my boots. Even better was the thought that I was going to do it all again tomorrow. Can you get any better than that? I’m a racer, not fast or even that skilled, but life is good. [/QUOTE]
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