Hilarious as hell, but the Keebler Elf hasn't been coming to the races. I'm officially single and privateer at this point.
Strangely enough though, I had company on Saturday. I've been in a martial arts sword class since last November, and one of the other students said he planned on showing up for a race. I didn't believe this since racing is a long day, and kinda expensive to go see, especially for us bush racers who are doing it purely for the sake of the fun (not getting paid etc).
He showed up, and brought his 75 or 80 year old mother. I saw this and figured that it was going to be a quick visit and uncomfortable disaster.
Boy was I wrong!
That little old lady was clapping and whooping and cheering once we started practice laps. She only quit when there were no more races to be watched. Neither of them had seen a real motocross race before, and actually enjoyed the hell out of it.
It was perfect weather for riding. Practice was stupid muddy, and everything that wasn't a jump or high bermed corner was just a mud hole.
So we sent the quads out first. They did a good job grooming stuff up and drying out the track. 450C was two motos before the women's class, so I planned on taking it very easy in 450C.
Yea, I completely forgot all about the taking it easy part once I got into the first corner. The track was in such freaking perfect condition that I couldn't help but try going faster. I saw the guy in front of me taking a double double section that I never managed to clear, since I wasn't going that much slower than him, I decided to try it the next lap.
It for sure made me scream like a little girl because I didn't expect to be launched quite so high, and I overshot it slightly because I sure as hell didn't want to come up short. I smashed into the face of the third jump, but my suspension saved me. One sketchy hop, and I was back in control.
The major front end lift I did on my forks made a huge difference. Instead of wobbling unpredictably, I think I have things closer to being balanced, and I'm not fighting the bike in the turns. That allowed me to further haul ass, which meant clearing jumps nicely.
I got 3rd out of 7 in the first women's moto. Unfortunately I was still really tired from 450C, and kept screwing up a ton of shifts. I even killed the bike twice that race, but E-start saved my ass yet again
I crashed in the next 450C, discovered E-start is useless when you're too short to climb up on the bike after a crash, and got 4th overall in women's open.
My swords class buddy and his mother left the scene happy and in one piece.
Next day was similar. Muddy practice, and I keep making micro improvements in my riding. Women's open was in the middle of the schedule, and 450C was dead last, so I had a good gap between my classes. That day I had some help setting up my starts, so I did better there. One of the other women had a 450, so she decided to race with me in 450C, which was fun. It ended up being the coolest race of the day, because she beat me to the first corner.
Her 450 versus my 251 meant I had to do some serious work to get around her. I'm faster in the corners, but her bike was faster in the straights. We were yelling shit at eachother the whole time. I noticed that she was getting bucked in the whoops, and I wasn't having any problems with that section. So during the next lap, I lined up and made a sweet pass as we went through the whoops.