Slashed my PB on the Yamaha and ran some consistently fast times in early sessions
Greatly exceeded my expectations on the Ducati
Had a lot of laughs
The Bad -
Crashed the Ducati
Had a run in with officialdom about my race licence (my fault)
The Ugly
Waking up this morning feeling like I have been hit by a truck
Just remembering I haven't unloaded the trailer yet
Friday Practice Day
Headed out in the first session with newly tuned suspension and a change to Pirelli tyres. The sessions for race bikes were divided into up to 750cc and over 750cc. I went out in the up to 750cc group and basically just rode around scrubbing in tyres and practicing overtaking with lots of 250s and 400s running around. I ended up in some clear track so I pushed on a bit but not too hard. I only got one clear lap in and the session was over. I was absolutely amazed that that one clear lap was a full second faster than my previous PB!!
Did another couple of sessions on the YZF and ran consistently below the old PB and reduced it another 3/10 tenths. Feeling quite happy with that I took the Ducati out after lunch and surprisingly was only 2 seconds slower on it. I was quite happy with that as well as this is my road bike and the only 'race prep' I had done was race glass,lock wiring and a set of Pirelli Supercorsa tyres (road).
Back to the Yamaha for the last sessions and ran consistent times all around my new PB

Saturday Qualifying
I had two qualifying sessions on each bike on Saturday morning and ran around about the same times as Friday. This put me 7th (out of 12) in Pre Modern on the Yamaha and 8th (out of 20 something) for BEARs Formula 3/4/5. The 7th in Pre Modern doesn't sound that great but I was still happy as I was much closer to the guys in front that I have been. I was very Happy with the 8th in BEARs because I only took the Ducati out for some more track time and a 'bit of fun'.
Saturday Racing
First up was BEARs. After making a meal of my first ever race start on the Ducati I made up some ground and tagged on to the back of two of the regular BEARs runners from down south. They were going pretty hard at each other and I was happy to sit behind them and be entertained. They gapped me a bit at one stage when I hesitated overtaking someone but I caught them up again and we all crossed the line close together. I finished 7th and had a grin from ear to ear after that race as it was a whole lot of fun. Even a bigger grin when I saw i had a done a time within 1/10th of my previous PB on the 'race' bike!!
Halfway through the first Pre Modern race on the Yamaha I got the first indication that I had been a bit ambitious entering two classes. The next BEARs race was a back to back so I had to pull in on the Yamaha jump on the Ducati and go straight out again. I was tiring already but held on to finish 8th (I think). Hmmm, I thought, it is only Saturday and I am tiring already! HTFU and get on with it was the only answer I could come up with

Did the swap over in the pits and went out and gridded up for BEARs. With the progressive grids I was up one spot but I made an even worse job of the start and headed into turn 1 amongst an enormous pack that had caught me. Surrounded by bikes of all types and hearing the sound of locked up wheels I did my best to avoid everyone and surrendered a bunch of positions. At Morgan Park you come out of Turn 3 flat out in 3rd or 4th (depending on what you are riding) and it is downhill to Turn 4 which is a very tight right hander. I have seen 2 bikes go through there side by side but as we hit the braking area I realised there were 3 of us all looking at the same line and I was on the inside. I had already decided that I wasn't going to risk having my front chopped off and to let the 2 wider guys go through when a motard came down the inside of me at a great rate of knots. (I think he may have thought I was going to go for it but then had to adjust when I pulled up more than he had allowed for). He then grabbed a big hand full and stoppied straight into the side of one of the wider guys who by now had come around in front of me. Somehow I avoided the carnage and pressed on. I had no idea where I was in the scheme of things so I just tried to push hard and see what happened. What happened was that I ran out of ability and folded the front end trying to out brake a motard into Turn 4 on the next lap. Me and the Ducati Went for a bit of a slide down the road. Surprisingly I was able to get up and pick the bike up and get it started so I rode back to the pits to survey the damage. A bit of bark off my hand, a bent rear brake lever and some scratches was the only damage.
Due to some stoppages earlier in the day the last Pre Modern race was run at about at 4:45 in the afternoon. At that time of the day in Autumn in Queensland the sun is very low in the sky. As well as being tired and having a bit of a dent in my confidence from the crash I also really struggled with seeing the track. Half the corners you had the sun in your eyes and the other half were in deep shadow. Everyone had to deal with it but it showed in the lap times that it wasn't just me struggling with it. On about the second lap I 'took a guess' at where the apex for Turn 1 was and got it wrong. I hit the ripple strip on the inside of the turn and that pretty much ended any interest I had in the race. With thoughts of not wanting to crash two bikes on the same day I just rode around slowly for the remaining laps.
Saturday Night Strategy Meeting
We have a fairly tight group in Pre Modern so on Saturday night over a dodgy vindaloo and generous amounts of rum and beer we discussed some options. Graham who was cross entered in Pre Modern and BEARs Formula 2 on his 916 had some major issues with his clutch in his last race. He was winning Formula 2 and running 3rd in Pre Modern so we all agreed that if required he would take the clutch out of my 748 to get him through Sunday. That done I stopped thinking about what I was going to do on Sunday and poured more rum over my aches and pains

Sunday Racing
By the time I got to the track Graham had already pulled his clutch apart and found his problem. The clutch hub nut had come off!! He had it back on in no time and didn't require any parts from my bike. Decision time! I was feeling pretty good (apart from the effects of the vindaloo and rum) so I decided to go out on the Ducati for the morning warm up. It all felt good so I was up for both classes again. Due to the DNF I was back to 23rd on the grid for the first BEARs race. Even though I had backed off the pace a fair bit I still had fun as the field was big enough that I found others to play with throughout the race. Finished 14th.
I did one more BEARs race started from 14th and finished 14th. I was running 2 to 3 seconds slower than the first race but had a ball playing with a couple of motard riders and finished with a grin on my face again.
In Pre Modern I did the warm up (but didn't get any times) and then did one race and was crap. Tired, trying too hard, all the normal excuses. Five riders had pulled out by now so we were down to only 7 on the grid. I was 7th (last).
There were 2 more Pre Modern races to go and I decided I would do 1 and that would be it. I went out and beat 1 into turn 1 and went as hard as I could in the first couple of laps. The guy behind went past on about the 3rd or 4th lap and rode off into the distance. I had got back down near to my faster times in those first few laps so I was OK with that.
At that point, after a practice day, 4 qualifying sessions, 2 warm up sessions,8 races (120 plus laps), 2 nights of rum drinking, lots of laughs, a crash and a bit of soul searching I decided that I would call it a day and skip the last two races. I packed up the trailer and happily went out and watched the last races from the top of the hill.
