As usual let me get my Thank you's out of the way.
Mike Gray...thanks for your help in the pits Friday
and Saturday. Of all the weekends I don't think I
would've gotten through this one without you.
Amy...thanks for help on Saturday. Packing up
everything single handed while I was off dealing
with Referee duties was above and beyond.
Thanks to Pinkstaff's, Zlock Racing, Oliver Jervis
awesome to see everyone doing well out of the box.
Thanks to Mark, Elaine, Dave & Laurie, Dustin, Jeff
Brooks, Amber, Jed, Do, Maurice, Amy...and
eventually Tom Young...others in the pits for
stopping by and seeing if I was OK. (Everyone else
keep reading).
Geoff Ford...Thank you for being an unbelievable
sportsman and friend. Every incident and
issue I've ever been involved with or seen...you
are generally one of the
first in pit to see if the rider was OK...and then
offer
whatever help you can (including a replacement
engine) to get someone back on track. Thank you.
Well...onto the story. I'm promised pictures
from Amber so stay tuned for those.
This season start 'snuck' up on me in a way.
Without a preceding track day...'all of a sudden'
it was practice day. I was expecting to be rusty
so I did not have any expectations for practice
other than ensuring bikes worked. First session on
the SV500 was 'OK'. The brakes were a little
squishy so I didn't push hard at all. During lunch
Mike Gray and I changed pads, new set of tires, and
we bled the brakes. They felt rock solid as I
headed out to the first session after lunch.
At this point its important to note that the
morning included a conversation where Dan Zlock and
I were discussing how reliable and great the SV500
was. And how we were both really happy with what a
great bike it turned out to be. OK...back to the
story.
So first session after lunch...I head out with the
intent of putting down some decent laps. Checking
lap time I did...first session I turned 1:30. This
session I was turning a 1:24...which was practice
time on this bike last year. On lap 9 or 10 as I
was going into 7 (fastest turn on the track) I was
just releasing the clutch on my 2nd downshift and
the rear end locked up. The rear end of the bike
came around on my right...caught...then I went over
the bike on high side. It is interesting what runs
through you mind at these moments.."Oh
Shit"..."This could be bad"...as I was tumbling
alongside the concrete wall...I distinctly remember
as my helmet hit the wall the first
time..."Ooooh..this is going to be bad." I felt my
pressure on my left knee and I remember reaching up
with my hand to stabilize it (I've dislocated it
before). I continue tumbling and the helmet
scrapes again "Yah...not good". Eventually I come
to a rest facing the sky.
The corner worker is there and asks if I'm OK...I
say yes...he asks if I want help up. I say..give
me a minute. They decide to roll the ambulance. I
get up under my own power but obviously a shaken.
I get my gloves and helmet off. I lean against the
wall and look back at what is an impressive black
mark on the track and my trashed bike.
The ambulance team gets there...gives me an initial
check out. I get the short ride to 'point' where
they continue to check me out. Nothing is
broken...but my shoulder, legs, neck and inner
thigh are sore. ASIT gets there and gets me back
to my pit. (Tom Young...NOTE I'm not publishing
your part of this story)
I get back to the pit...drink water..and eventually
my bike comes back. The right side is
trashed...the left side looks almost like nothing
happened. We set about trying to figure out what
happened...eventually pulling the side cover off we
figure out the motor seized and some fashion...at
which point it decided violently that it didn't
like me on it anymore. We pull the motor so Dan
Zlock can take it back for further analysis and
possible repair...but due to finances I am
undecided on if it will be repaired this
season...if ever.
Initially after the incident...I wasn't going to
race the rest of the weekend. But after sleeping
on it...I decided that it would probably be best
for my psyche to get back out there...which I do.
My times, my confidence, and assertiveness were
definitely off...I haven't really checked how I
finished. Frankly I don't really care at this
point...it was about survival and getting back out
there.
In conclusion...I'll be racing different classes
this year on the SV650 only. For now I have a lot
of work to come
back from this incident in my head...which I'll do.
Quite honestly after scraping the wall with my
head I'm glad I can remember my name much less be
able to ride a bike again. So thanks to Arai for that.