What we get up to when we’re not putting together the best mag in the world.
It’s been another rollercoaster of a month. Setting the fast lap and winning at Oulton definitely put a smile on my face, even if getting a little lazy in my second of two outings meant I had to settle for fourth – despite setting the fastest lap again. You live and learn. Getting back on the Triumph has really put a leap in my step. I’m back to winning and it’s a good feeling, especially because the lap times are half decent for a bike that’s six years old and makes 119bhp. It’s not the quickest, but I proper love it. Besides, horsepower isn’t always the answer… is it, Bruce? With two solid rounds of No Limits in the bank, we decided to push the boat out and head to Cadwell Park for my BSB series debut.
Winning or even points was never on the cards, but bettering my lap times was the big aim. I did 1m 34s there earlier in the year, but figured getting pulled on by the fast lads could only do me good. Or so I hoped. Being in that paddock was a dream, and I couldn’t help but feel caught up in the rockstar aura. Hell, I even bought myself some fake sunnies to try and fit in with the superstars. The feel of the place was so different to No Limits, being that bit harsher and colder. People weren’t so chatty. It was business, which made perfect sense. The bikes, the people and services in that paddock were off the scale. They all had a show to put on, which is how I felt when I went out in first practice. Just getting on track was an experience. How the hell no one got run over as the 30+ supersport riders charged out on track got me. It was manic, but in the best of ways.
To cut a long story short, my debut was about as short lived as a pint in front of a pisshead. Twenty minutes in to first practice, my foot started slipping off my peg, and it turned out I had an oil leak. Worst still, it was an incurable oil leak. I’d been batting up as high as twentieth from the get-go and I reckoned I could’ve gone even better, but it wasn’t to be. Later that night we got packed up and pissed off home. I was gutted, but glad that the bike had gone wrong then and not at the penultimate round of No Limits. I’ve got my sights firmly set on being a championship bridesmaid, and I need all the finishes I can get to make that goal a reality.
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!