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| First Trackday | |
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| 24 August 2006 | ||||||
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This is a first draft - please pull it apart !! Too nervous to sleep a moment longer, I crawl out of my warm cocoon Stroll around the paddock and tremble as I peer through the gloom – Everything is wet, the persistent rain brings a sense of impending doom. I get a coffee, nibble some food, head down to the clubhouse to sign Briefing helps to calm the nerves - the rain has slowed, may turn fine Smell of fuel as tanks are filled, wriggle into leathers – help, its time. The low rumble of Ducati engines rising to a roar as carefully we flow Onto the track for the first time - wet and slippery so take it slow Once, twice around, there’s the flag just as excitement starts to grow Back to the paddock to wait – the rain has gone, the track is nearly dry Almost settled when “Novices to the holding area” comes the tannoy cry And I find myself wondering if there is any chance I can learn to fly. Quicker than before but still not fast – the corners seem so tight Down the straight and up the hill, then the track drops out of sight Make a complete mess of the Gooseneck - will I ever get this right? Another lap and getting faster it’s clear Oh, the bike in front has missed a gear Over The Mountain – can I take him here? No! Over the wet grass I have to steer. It’s time to find an instructor and ask him to show me the way He said he would come and find me during the course of play A yellow flag – there he was pushing – his fuel drained away! Session four and there is Tony having filled his fuel store Away we go – this is faster than I have ever been before The lines come into focus, my heart pounds, Yes! More! Each lap now it’s earlier on the gas and later on the brakes It feels normal when the wheel lifts and the front shakes I’d say just about any other adrenaline rushes are fakes Turning in later and harder I felt my boot scrape the ground Kept it out of the way, but it was the peg next time around! It seems that every corner has a new joy to be found. Its time to call it a day – I’m tired and pushing far too hard Return to the paddock, end of a wonderful day, and park Every muscle aches with exhaustion even while I laugh.
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