The wheels are still on... :cool am downloading pix and vid.
Meantime, here's a bit of a blurb.
Saturday night I packed the car with a million things I wouldn't need,
just in case. Of course one of the things I really did need a lot, the
digital tyre pressure gauge, I packed also (bet you thought I was
going to say I forgot it).
Sunday morning dawned bright and early... well... no it didn't.
Me and my GF were up at 5.30am (!) and it was dark and bitterly cold.
It was an effort getting going and putting on
heaps of bike gear, Vicky driving the support car and me on the bike
(I have a trailer, but lent it to someone who is now about
1500miles away in Queensland). So I rode the bike to the track,
and on the way the sun came up, sort of, to reveal a dim grey day
but no rain (thank goodness). It also revealed a billboard with a
temperature gauge in it saying -2deg C (about 28F). I'm glad I had the
warm bike gear on, it was a good decision to put the leathers
in the boot of the car.
Upon arrival at the track, I parked in a pit close to the briefing area
and fetched a couple of hot drinks. Then a couple more. Eventually
I started the last little bit of track prep for the bike, such as removing
mirrors, taping headlight, and draining out the coolant that I topped
up the night before (apparently mine likes to drip a little coolant if the
bottle is more full than the "LOW" mark).
I decided to reduce tyre
pressures from my usual road 38F/42R to 30F/32R, as low pressures
were the local advice from the track day company. I grabbed my gauge,
and tested the pressure. "L". What the hell does "L" mean? Oh,
Low Battery. The one tool I REALLY needed had a flat battery.
There were a lot of cool bikes turning up, I was surprised by the amount
of dedicated track-only machinery. Some racebikes for sure, a lot of
track day fun bikes, not many road bikes come for a blast. Somehow I
expected more road-legal sportbikes. The pit next to me was filled by
a familiar face - Paul used to work for the same company and delivered
to my building, he had brought his van and friend with two bikes.
He lent me a tyre gauge. :cool
First session I was pretty lost, I spent most of the time trying to remember
whether each corner went right or left or what, and wondering if my
tyres were going to kill me. I was on the tyres I rode to work with all
year, a sport-touring set of Pilot Roads, all worn in the middle almost
to the bars, and nearly brand new on the edge. Still, it was heaps of
fun giving the rebuilt motor a proper thrashing down the straight, and
I didn't expect to be Mick Doohan on my first time on this track. Maybe
by lunchtime
As I came back into the pits, I thought "gee I've got a convenient pit
location"
"Damn, some b***er has pinched my spot - I'll just squeeze in next
to him"
"Hmm, that bike looks kind of like Spook's CBR, only more orange
and his is more red I think - I'll have to tell him I saw one like his"
"Did that bloke just call my name, nah, must have misheard with the
engine and the helmet and the earplugs and all"
As you may have guessed, it
was our Spook from EXUP forum!
So we made friends and I pinched all his good ideas about tyre pressures
(even lower, ended up at 27F/29R cold at the end of the day).
When we went out for track session, he showed me a few of his
good lines, and took a lot of time to help me learn the track and be
smoother. In the end, I got to be a little faster and a LOT more in control.
I started out in the morning with two guided laps then did
a 1:32 and a 1:29, at the end of the day I was on the occasional
1:16 and consistent 1:17s, and feeling much more at
home on the bike. Without his expert guidance I think I'd be
still scaring myself at 1:20 or thereabouts, or I'd be in bits on the
side of the track. There were two guys who came off, I saw one.
I'm glad I didn't, although I had the odd "moment of interest".
Spook also seemed pleased with the CBR and his pace on it after
a long time off. I can't wait to see how his FZ goes.
He also gave me some petrol (Thanks!) to save going into town
to get some. I need a bigger fuel can.
Eventually it was time to stop going round and round in circles, and
we headed home. Spook was nice enough to share a spot on his
trailer so I didn't have to bolt on all the road parts, and that was good
because we were both very tired from the day.
Time for a cold can (or three)!
Pics very soon!