Weekend

After Killing Joke on Friday night, Saturday morning was spent fettling bikes and being tired. Bikes and kit in car Bob and I headed up to Caresws (mid-Wales) to check out the course for Sundays final round of the Midlands series. The course looked a bit weird, a bit “jack of all trades, master of none”. There were two man made rock gardens which were all square blocks of rock, ideal for making you flat and pointless for anything else. The middle section and the last chute were all blown out and feet deep in dust. Hmmm…

We stopped over with Sarah in Shrewsbury Saturday night, cheers Sarah! and headed (with Sarah) over to the race at 6.30am… *yawn*. Practice was delayed a bit, and started at 8.30. First run down was okay, the course didn’t seam to flow at all and felt very un-natural. Second practice run down was going better, more flow and felt quite okay.. until on the steep ‘foot deep in dust’ chute at the end of the middle woods a marhsall yelled “Stop!” at me. I stupidly tried, I flipped over the front of the bike and bounced off my head, flipped and slid face first into the dust. I looked quite funny I’m told. The dust was in many places I didn’t want it to be 😉

Third practice was better, but the berms were blowing out all over the place 🙁 Race runs were similar, though the second runs were held up by over an hour (as we froze a top the open hill) due to a youngen being carted off on a spine board (get well soon!). I beat Bob, but neither of us had a good run really, on either race run. By the end of the day I was to tired. Drove home (via Shrewsbury ‘cos I left my wallet at Sarah’s, D’oh!) and had an interesting moment on the M5 when the car in-front had a blowout at 70 *cough* mph, hit the central barrier then span across the carriageway and into the hard shoulder barrier. First time I’ve ever called 999. Thankfully the car hit no one else and the driver and the passenger were okay.

Got back at about 22:45, showered and went to bed. I need more sleep and I ache from the crash (on the DH course, not the M’way). Ah, Mondays….