It always works out.

The week was supposed to be different. But sometimes things just work out the way they do. For about a month prior, I had planned on going to race Glen Helen and the Vet Nationals. But life got in the way and I wasn’t able to go. In fact the whole crew that was going all decided at the same time for one thing or another, we wouldn’t make it.

We decided that we were still going to go racing, I mean come on, racing is racing. So we decided to race a local race and have some fun. The morning turned out great. I woke up at 3:11 nearly a half hour before I was supposed to wake, but I was excited. I made the trek to a friends house where I would unload my gear and load it up with his. I arrived at his house quarter to five. By five we were on the road. We had so much gear that the gear bags were strapped to the top of the bikes. I’m thinking the whole way there. There is no way am I going to have that gear when we get there. Sure enough there it was. We unload and its cold. Burr cold. So cold none of the bikes want to start. After two dozen kicks the bikes light. Out onto the track. For what ever reason they moved around the practice so now I only get two laps on the track. Its ok. I’m in good sprits. Then the riders meeting. Yep, last race of the day. 15 motos and I’m at the end.

Moto one: After watching the first 14 motos I was excited to get on the track. A little too excited. I dumped the clutch and stalled it in the gate. Kick, kick nothing. Pull the hot start, kick, kick nothing. Neutral kick Go! Winding my way through the track I find the trailing end of the race. Pass this one, soon another. I worked my way from 12 to 6^th by the end of the race. I was a great practice session, sadly I wouldn’t get to ride again for another few hours.

Moto two: After a suntan and the thrill of the screaming Minis. Those kids haul, I line up on the gate. Gate drops and I bolt. Holeshot by the second turn I would be in third enjoying the yummy goodness of silt, pebbles and rocks. YUM. Well this moto was a lot more fun, full race, I was passed cleanly by two mates I race with all the time, and we never were more then wheel off each other.  The race was fought to the biter end and in the end I was back in 6^th.

I love racing, you always walk away with a ride you are proud of. It gets the best of you and that’s all that matters. For what it’s worth, not a person was injured. That is really cool.