another perfectly good motorcycle ruined.......

Sunday, 27 June 2010


'who you looking at bastard?'

nosing around the bikes in the paddock i came across this 350cc molnar manx replica, the owner was a really great bloke, he had built the bike from parts as he didn't want to risk racing his original bike so has spent 30 grand building this, listening to his story of what has gone wrong with it brings you back to reality, he lives in the isle-of-white so has to factor in ferry costs even before his race entries, travel, bike maintenance , crashes, repairs etc, total dedication to his sport, respect due.

cadwell park, saturday, must be 25 years since i've been here, great track but i've forgotten how narrow it is, me and dangerous have a great ride back, traffic is light at seven pm and we are able to trap on, you have to watch the camera's by the lincolnshire 'safety patrnership' but the roads are very, very fast, the ducati is running great, the noise from the induction is mint, it sounds like woody woodpecker, the exhaust is really lazy but belies the speed that you are doing, we pull into the 'dead poet's' in the village for a pint, i'm shagged, trying to take in the day's events, the fast ride back, brilliant.

saturday morning saw dangerous and me on the ducati's for a ride up to cadwell park to meet the mz racers, quick 100 mile blast up to the circuit, pay the £12 entry fee, park up and change out of riding gear into shorts and converse, it's a blisteringly hot summers day, not a cloud in the sky and we soon see the yellow-acid-house-smiley-face flag that marks out the 'zedders encampment, spot des's blue and white ex british airways battle wagon and introduce ourselves, des is one of the nicest blokes i've ever met, genuine and totally dedicated to his racing, he shows us his bike and we stand in awe eating cake and drinking tea provided by mrs des, i can't take it all in, i soon realise some of the basic errors that i have made as des explains that the exhaust system shake themselves to death if not securely mounted, back to the drawing board on that one, notice a lot of the racers have a flange plate beteeen the carb and barrel mounted with springs drilled through the fins because the carb's fall off, bugger, that one needs re-thinking too, i have to get my brain around the fact that racer's really are totally different to road bikes and des summed it up when he said, 'one racing mile is harder than a hundred road miles', des introduces us to some of the other lads and they are a sound bunch, i have a chat with dave bignell and the riders rep chris palmer who gives us some great tips on front suspension mods, we make our way down to the grassy area near the bottom of the mountain to watch the 2nd mz race, bloody hell they are quick and very close, i estimate about 30 riders, you can't throw a coat over them, lap three and they are fying down the start and finish straight into the left hander, must be 90-100mph on a 'zed, everything happens in a blur, i am concious of a rider getting clipped on the entry to the bend but can't see what happens as they disappear into the trees, red flag straight away, it's chris palmer down, he is air ambulanced to hull with head injuries and a chest drain, fuck, we walk back to the paddock, i'm feeling very awkward, the 'zedders hold a meeting, dangerous and i go for a walk and look at the classic racer's who are racing here this weekend, we need to make ourselves scarce, these blokes know each other, they race each other, help each other mend their bikes and get drunk together, i'm still an outsider and this is raw for them...........