Unfinished Project [Part Two] Getting There.

........the bike chugs into life, and i promptly stall it, we try again and it starts again, i stand up and push the bike off the starter rollers, there's quite a crowd watching and i feel very self conscious, glad iv'e got my black visor on, i blip the throttle, the engine sounds good and i select first gear and ride down to the holding area, the marshall checks my wristband and scrutineering tag and i'm waved through onto the pit-lane, bloody-hell, there's some serious racing bikes here, manx norton's, honda cr 110's, ducati narrowcases, rudge cts 4-valve, ktt velocette, ajs 7r, vincent comet and here i am on a mz 250, we wait for what seems an age, i glance down to the left and see that i'm spewing petol out of the overflow, there's around half a litre on the tarmac, the marshalls are walking up and down looking under the bikes, i put my boot over the growing puddle and hope they don't notice, bollocks, 'everything ok?' shouts the man in the orange bib, 'yep, nothing to do with me' i say as i blip the throttle, 'must have been the first session' he says and continues down the growing line of riders, we get the green light and follow the travelling marshall onto the track, the bike feels better for getting into the cool air, i tip into gerrads the right hander that seems to go on forever, down the stebbe straight, the bike feels taught, no brakes as we enter the right hander into the esses, down shift one gear for the left and up to shaws hairpin, tight right hander, slip the clutch and drop down the left handed devils elbow, the travelling marshall pulls over to the right and waves us through, i remember dangerous shouting at me before i entered the pit lane, 'remember, yer running in, new tyres, take it steady', i haven't even rode this bike down the street yet, but when the twat on the t140 bonny comes past me going into gerrads i forget all about running in and new tyres and all the other bollocks and i'm racing......