BMCRC MZ 250 Cadwell Park 24/08/09

bmzrc racing at cadwell park, 24/08/09, think your fast?, get out on the track with this lot and find out www.bmzrc.org.uk

clarky, #6, over the mountain at cadwell, amazing.

one of the 'zedders wag's at the recent cadwell meeting, mint.

............5.30 am and i'm awake, dangerous is snoring gently so i grab my wash bag and towel and walk through the deserted paddock, it's a lovely morning, the clouds are thinning and there's some sunshine starting to break through, i shower and shave and make my way back to the tent, van open, brew on, i pass dangerous a mug of tea and walk back to one of the catering van's to score us a couple of fried egg cobs, i pay the lady and get my morning practice pass from the race office, dangerous is up now and we sit in the warm sunshine chowing down, des is up and about, apparently he called round for us last night for a beer but we were dead to the world, dangerous makes us another brew and we sit and chill in des's awning, the paddock slowly comes to life and before long we are out for morning practice, the track is dry now and i know which way it goes which is always a bonus, the bike is running great and i feel a lot better today, back in the paddock des gives me a few pointers, 'you need to hit coppice the left-hander at the end of the start and finish straight in fifth boyo, don't change down, the hill will slow you down enough for charlies one, then, drop into fourth at the apex of charlies two', morning practice goes well and the first race is called, sidecar's first, powerbikes and then us, i get my kit on, the bike starts easily and we make our way to the holding area, sighting lap, race, brilliant, i'm 17th again but more significantly i'm 2.5 mph a lap faster and a massive 7 seconds a lap faster, race three and i'm 19th but this time everyone finishes, no fallers but again i'm faster by 1.5 mph and another second a lap, mission accomplished, i got three races in, i didn't come last
and i was getting quicker, honda aren't going to be knocking on my door and offering me a works ride but it was never about that, i'm having a laugh and enjoying what i'm doing, me and dangerous bought a 300 quid knacker and turned it into something that i can ride around the best circuits in britain, the lad's in the club are great, no ego's, good crack and everyone helps you out, i'm living the dream me, roll on snetterton!

.......wipe the bike down, down to the bar for two pints, we watch the last two races and have a meal in the clubhouse, can't be arsed to cook, we walk the circuit, first impressions?, narrower than a narrow thing, very technical, very up and down, i have a lot to learn, i'm riding like i ride on the road, i need to use all the track and forget the last 35 years of road riding, we drop the bike back into the tent, a couple of can's and discuss the day's events, it's getting cold, 9.30pm and we call it a day, into my sleeping bag and i'm reading the 'zed newsletter by head-torch, i'm gone, lights out.

my nerves are shredded now, 'attention paddock, attention paddock.......' i half expect the bike not to start, it does, i follow des down to the holding area, we get a round of fucks for riding through the scrutineering area, 'row 7, 16' says the marshal, the noise is unreal, i close my visor to block it out, my eyes are streaming with the fumes from the two strokes, i ride down to the start line, sighting lap and form up on the grid, watch the starter, he coils the flag and points at the lights, the red light comes on, five seconds and it goes out, bang, acceleration, you could throw a coat over us, first corner and it's mayhem, bikes on the grass, someone is off, i get caught in the back of my leg with a footpeg or boot or wheel or whatever, this is what it's all about,i get lapped by the leaders twice, there's 20 starters and i end up 16th, i'm second from last and as i get the flag i'm whooping, i feel like i've won, it doesn't get any better than this, fuck!

fuck, fuck, fuck, des looks at me and shakes his head, dangerous is shouting 'bastard' at the bike, i join in like it's going to make a difference, the 'zedder's make their way to the holding area, i throw my lid on the floor and change out of my leathers, bike on the paddock stand and i whip the plug out again, no spark, whip the pvl ignition off and brian rogers takes it off me and drops it on his test rig, broken, frigging wire, bastard, crimp it back on and stick it back on, it starts first time.....

........i get four lap's in, the track is still very wet all the way through hall bends down to the hairpin and barn corner where the trees overhang the circuit, i've been doing my homework the previous week, got some on bike footage off 'youtube', the superbike footage is just too fast to take it in so i got a scooter race up and watched that, what 'youtube' doesn't prepare you for is how up and down the track is, it's like a bloody rollercoaster!, i try and learn some of the lines through the corners by watching the yam boys but to tell the truth i have all on just to concentrate on keeping the bike on two wheels, the flag comes out and i make my way back to the paddock, dangerous is waiting, bike up on the stand and leathers off, i mash and we go around the bike checking it over, the next two hours go really quickly and des is giving me the nod to get ready, kit on, bike off the stand and we decide to start it using our 'bench' method, dangerous plugs the drill into des's genny, takes out the rubber bung in the case to give access to the crank nut, cover off the carb, kill switch off, fuel on and press the trigger, it fires instantly and i push the bike over the mud and wet grass onto the paddock road, i'm blipping the throttle evenly and the motor sounds good, then it just dies.........

........push, push, push, nothing, down to the holding area, marshal scans my transponder, i see the rest of the lads making their way onto the circuit, 'one more go mate, that's it', says the marshal, i push the bike back up the hill, dangerous is pushing like a madman, nothing, 'sorry mate, that's it' say's the marshal, i dismount and push the bike back to the van, i'm gutted, leathers off and we set to trying to find the fault, barse and gordy turn up, kettle on, steve cannon, my tuner arrives, i take the plug out and drop it on the cylinder head, no spark, new plug, try again, no spark, fiddle with the wires to the pvl ignition and bingo, spark, crimp the wire and the bike starts, rest of the 'zedder's back now, i need to qualify or i can't race, i make my way down to the office to plead my case and meet chris rogers, he's one of the top men in the series, 'here you go mate, i've boxed it off with bemsee, your'e out in qualifying with the yamaha past masters class, get back and get your kit on quick!', i sprint back to the van, leathers on and make my way to the holding area, andy saunders, another 'zedder who is leading the championship is also waiting to qualify along with another guy on the 'renta racer', we shake hands and wait until the yam boys join the track, the marshal waves us forward, this is it then.......

.....i wake up at 7am, fight my way out of the sleeping bag and unlock the van, kettle on, the clouds are low and there is a light drizzle falling, dangerous stirs and i pass him a brew, i can't consider cooking breakfast even though i have bought all the provisions so i wander down to the catering van and get us a couple of fried egg cobs, by the time i'm back dave has another brew on and we get the skinny off des about the day ahead, we are out in the third practice session, if you don't practice you don't race, simple, 7.30pm and i'm in the queue for scrutineering, dangerous books us out a transponder from the race office, another £25 bites the dust, the scrute checks the bike over and sticks on the pass sticker, des holds the bike while i get my leathers, helmet, gloves and boots checked, sticker on helmet to confirm and i get my practice pass, the next two hours go really quickly, des shouts to get my kit on and we stand around waiting for the tannoy announcement for our practice, ' attention paddock, attention paddock, first call for 250 mz's to the holding area', this is it then, i push the bike onto the road that leads from the paddock to the holding area, kill switch off, fuel on, push, push, push, nothing.......

friday afternoon, finish my shift at 2.30pm, drive home, drop jack off at home, pick up dangerous and drive back into derby to pick up the transit van, home, shower, load the bike, load the spares, load the beer, we are away for 5.30pm, up the a38, through mansfield to newark, dangerous remarks that the traffic coming in the opposite direction have their lights on and are soaking wet, as we head past coningsby the skies open, torrential rain bouncing off the road, vision is down to twenty feet, we stop off for the best fish and chips i've ever had in horncastle, ten minutes further on i pull off into a layby to scoff, the weather has turned biblical now, the rain on the van roof is frightening, we head along the recently re-surfaced a153, another brilliant biking road but not tonight, we get to cadwell at 8.45pm, it's almost dark, we park up behind des's van and unload the bike then set to getting the tent up, head-torches on and we discover that dangerous's lad who borrowed the tent for glastonbury, had lost a pole and the shock-cord had broken, the wind is picking up to near typhoon level now just for comedy effect, we are soaked, cold and swearing, tent finally up after a fashion, get the air beds and sleeping bags in and head over to des's party tent for a couple of well earned beers, des has a heater in there and we thaw out and try and get dry, we call it a day at 11.30pm and retire, the wind and rain is beating against the tent i'm tired but thinking about the racing is giving me a bad case of insomnia, i think about the faithless record, 'i can't get no sleep...', it's getting light when i eventually drop off after a long night.........