Lawdy lawd, where do I begin? I’ve got the memory of an elephant—that’s been mortally wounded and had it’s tusks poached—so it’s not like I can actually remember many specifics about round 2…or 3 or 4 or hell, even round 7, just a few days ago.
Someone crashed…that’s all I remember.
Friday night…Things were shaping up for a great weekend.
Then, first thing Saturday morning shooting practice…things took a turn for the worst.
…FML! Basically, in terms you gear-heads will understand, my camera threw a rod, mulched the crank, and my exhaust packing blew out at the same time. Needs a new motor, frame, and rider. Haha!
What can I say? It was drama….You guys know I’m not that great with words. I often spew out whatever froth bubbles from my mind with little to no filter. Some love me for it. Some hate me for it….
This past weekend was supposed to be Kev’s racing debut. A mere 2 weeks ago, he was registered to race with TTP in the Open Street Class…then the unfortunate happened; he fell down while riding with some friends on Wentworth Springs Road. He fractured his L1, 2, and 3, and one of his metacarpals. He was out from the weekend of racing.
He was bummed.
I was bummed.
I was looking forward to watching him highside the gixxer to the moon! *CACKLES!*
“GET OFF MY LAWN!”
