THERACING, THEBAT TLES,THE EXCUSES.
As exciting as it sounds to be thrashing tractors in open fields of mud at 4kph, it really isn’t. To be honest, this winter’s done my nut in and not even the odd blast on a dirt bike’s filled the void of road racing. But before I get all depressing and drive you all to tears (I’m trying my best to hold back this end), I’ll switch tone and talk about good times: the first round of the No Limits championship. I wanted to push myself this year, so I threwmy lot in and entered the club’s Pirelli Super Series 600 championship.
It’s my fourth season with the No Limits boys and girls and I bloody love that paddock. Even if I’m constantly abused for my scratty appearance, farmer-like accent (the crime fits the punishment), and rapidly receding hair line. Yep, family genetics really haven’t done me any favours (or my brother Bruce), but thankfully our good friends the Kimes don’t hold the above too much against us, which is why they’ve signed me and Bruce to ride with my mate George Kime on their awesome trio of 600s.
To cut a long story short, I’m back racing their Triumph, while George and Bruce are doing the business on R6s. It’s a mega setup, with the best thing about our gig being that we all go racing for fun. If the results come, that’s a bonus, but boss man Nigel Kime doesn’t like us taking things too seriously; we’re there for a laugh. And it didn’t take long for the laughs to come out, or the beer. Hell, even the sun came out as we put rubber to tarmac on the round’s official test day, which saw me scrapping tooth and nail with my good mate Lee Wells. He’s an old hand at this racing lark, being a multiple Super Series champ, a top bloke, and about twice as ugly as me (which is saying something). But he’s also bloody fast, and such a top guy that as competitive as we both are, I just had to smile every time he passed me on the test day.
Like me, he’s also on a Triumph, and little did either of us realise how closely we’d end up scrapping throughout the event’s four races. In rain, shine, and all the shite that comes in between, we had some good times bashing fairings and pushing each other to the flag. Needless to say, he won all four races, where I made a habit of the runner up spot, but that’ll do for now. It’s a bloody long season and I’m sure we’ll have a round or two where the order’s reversed.
It was a solid start to my season, being crash free and great fun. I even got to see my dad taking the piss out of Pretty Boy, when he came over to our setup trying to find some talent. It was even better given my teammate George’s strong finishes in Newcomers. Yeah, we were pretty damn happy from that round, even if Bruce couldn’t make it because his missus was having a baby (what kind of excuse is that?). Anyway, it’s Cadwell next and he’s on about making an appearance as it’s only five miles from where he lives. I’m looking forward to him being there, almost as much as I’m looking forward to hearing his excuses.
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