I'm also shaking off some gremlins as it's only my second weekend back into racing since I crashed bad at the Labour Day Nationals in Sept 2004. This is my first national weekend but I'm keen to take it easy and relax at this fast, flowing track. I love Mosport and I'll leave here much happier knowing that the worst thing that ever happened to me was running out of gas a few years ago and walking back to the pits from Turn 4. Today, I'm happy just to sweat buckets in the 33 C heat and humidity.
They Call Me Guisseppe:
In the morning we got out for a dry practise session but I have no times whatsoever from my new transponder. I'm concerned because knowing how botched these Amateur weekends go, I know tomorrow (Friday) may very well be qualifying. The weather is hot and humid and threatening rain. Just prior to afternoon practise, it does rain. It rains pretty hard but stops before our Am 600 session. It's wet enough that Yves decides to skip practise and I desperately change to rain tires so I can at least circulate and check my transponder.
I'm the only one to show up for practise. I enter the track alone after the photographer promises to take some good shots of me. Ha! How often do you get Mosport all to yourself? Well, that lasts only about one lap. Soon enough word spreads that it's a dry track and I'm getting passed by three, now four riders. It's a dry track and I'm the only idiot with rain tires on. I can't even find puddles for my rain tires. I'm going to ruin this set of rain tires if I stay out so I pull in and check the time display board. Still no luck. However, Guisseppe sure is one slow rider with his time way on the bottom of the page.
The officials confirm that Guisseppe is me and they change the name on the transponder. I suck.
Friday Practise:
The best part about Friday is that neighbours finally start to show up. In our isolated pavement heaven we are soon greeted by the BMW Ride Day truck, Yamaha Canada Ride Day truck and the friendly guys from the Honda Canada Ride Day rig. I cheerfully say hello to all of them and eagerly sign us up for a rides. We have chosen a good place to pit.
Yves' wife Michelle arrived last night in the dark driving my car and towing her R6. She'll be racing in the Women's Cup race to be held on Saturday. This arrangement let Yves and I take in Thursday while she toiled away at work. She was a little disappointed to find out my car didn't have air conditioning. Well, not all cars are born with power windows, either.
Between practises, Yves, Michelle and I have a great time test riding the Hondas. The GoldWing looked like the perfect bike for Yves and Michelle until Michelle scooted off on a Suzuki scooter for her next demo ride.
Saturday:
Clint McBain was running in third racing against Jordan Szoke when he crashed at great speed at the end of the back straight. He didn't suffer any injury. His bike, on the other hand, cartwheeled through the gravel trap and right over the tire wall through someone's canopy. The spectators on the other side of the wall were still holding their beers but their jaws were on the ground as this previously immaculate GSX-R 1000 somersaulted through their sunshade at 100 km/hr. I saw it all happen because Yves and Michelle were having tense togetherness moments so I thought it would be a good idea if I rode my bicycle to the backstraight and watch the racing alone. Glad Clint was okay. Didn't know how Yves was faring, though.
Michelle was tense before her Women's race. It was Saturday and her final was today. I thought my job sucked but she was particularly miserable at her new job and a weekend away at the track didn't seem to have the same healing effect on her as it did on me. The race was held and she did a great job. She finished somewhere around 12th but she felt a whole lot better about everything after it was over. Hmm, twelfth against the women, eh? No, I don't think I could manage it...
Sunday:
Today, it's raining. It's raining a lot. Last year, it rained so much they declared a State of Emergency for nearby Peterborough. The damned place got so much water the town nearly floated away. This year, however, it's just wet. But, I brought rain tires and so did Yves. If there's one thing we can't be accused of, it's not having enough tires.
Most of the day passes wet but not so miserable. Watching the racing is good. Chris Peris is unstoppable in the rain and he impresses all of us. He takes the win in Pro 600 after he falls in the hairpin in the early laps. An amazing pace and the bike is shaking off the backstraight from the speed and instability in the wet.
Last year Yves and I raced here in the rain. I took it very slow and cautious and as I rounded the corner for the start of Lap 2, I saw Yves on his hands and knees crawling from the middle to the edge of the track. Man, I thought I had bad days...
Yves has told me he's not racing if it's wet. Understandable, considering he made an ass of himself in the rain last year. I don't much like the rain either but I'm not very fast in the dry so I don't have to slow down much in the rain. As a result, I tend to go quicker than most in the rain.
The sun comes out and the track dries right before our race. Another stupid tire change!!! Yves is ready to go but I'm late joining him on the grid as I spin the last of the wheel nuts to put my dry tires back on. Who the hell invented rain tires anyhow??
The race was fun. Sort of. I took it easy and raced at the back with the girls. I could stroll past them in the corners but when it came to the backstraight all I remember of them is the smell of race fuel and the scream of their engines from their underseat exhausts as their 90 lb bodies rocketed by on their late model bikes. Nothing wrong with that but this was the first race I'd had where I didn't try more than 98%. I've given 101% before but with disastrous results so I was trying out the 85% pace. I think next time I'm ready for 90%.
Yves did well and placed mid-pack. He was always backing off in Turn 3. He wasn't thinking of the painful crash he had three weeks earlier there but rather the painful repair work he did to his bike for three straight weeks. I didn't have the heart to tell him his bodywork was still ugly.
After a shower to wash away the heat and humidity, it was back home. Next race for me wouldn't be till the September Labour Day Nationals at Shannonville. A great weekend with Yves and Michelle. Yes, I still have the appetite for racing, just not ready to throw caution to the wind. I like finishing the weekend not having to fix any bodywork. Or bones. It's a good feeling. |