Race Report 2006 - Round Four - Castle Combe, 10th-11th June 2006

Race Report 2006 - Round Four - Castle Combe, 10th-11th June 2006

Castle Combe was the worst round of my season last year. I came off the
bike at one of the fastest points of the track, having found the limit
of ground clearance on the bumpy track. I ended up in the hay bales at
the side of the track with two broken bones in my hand, some nicely
scuffed bodywork that had just been painted and zero points from that
meeting. Combined with the nightmare of the trailer (two blown tyres
and a couple of hours on the side of the M25) you'll understand why I
wasn't looking forward to it this year!

The meeting at Castle Combe was a Eurocup meeting, with a round of the
FIM World Sidecar championship and a Superbike Grand National thrown in
as well. It was a two-day meeting over the Saturday and the Sunday,
with qualifying and Race One on Saturday with Race Two on Sunday. This
would give plenty of time to correct any problems (ie, crash damage)
overnight on saturday and would also mean two signatures on my race
licence as you are entitled to one per day.

Since the previous round at Assen, I had been to see Chris at Essex
County Choppers as he had wanted to finish the paint off on the bike by
painting the tank. Initially I didn't want it painted, but once we'd
put the lovely new fairing on, the tank looked rather dull so I gave in
and agreed. I dropped the tank off and we discussed what I wanted on
the tank. Chris had some TecMoto racing stickers for the top of the
tank, so we agreed to put that on, but for the sides I was unsure. I
said to Chris that he should do a nice design to show off his paint
skills, and we started joking about chopper style paint. I said that I
loved the tribal flames designs (I'm still looking for a suitable
tattoo!) and Chris quickly pulled out a reference book full of designs
and I sat there in the office flipping through the "flames" section in
the book until I saw something that I liked. We had another discussion
and agreed on a silver base with black tribal flames up the side, as
this would fit in with the silver and black TecMoto racing colours
already on the fairing. I left it all with Chris and waiting for him to
call once it was all done.

The week before the race I got a call from Chris to say that the tank
was done and he was pleased with it. I headed down to pick it up and
was stunned (again!) by the results. The tank was now a spanking
silver, matching the fairing, with black tribal flames up the side and
the TecMoto Racing logo on the top. On closer inspection the flames had
a slight shadow to them so they sat above the silver of the tank and
also had a very subtle highlight effect to them to really lift them off
the surface. The black had a metallic effect in it too, and Chris had
also highlighted the TecMoto Racing logo to give it a 3D look as well.
Combined with a really deep coat of clear lacquer it looked amazing, so
much better than I thought it would be! I loaded the tank into the car
and couldn't wait to get it home and on the bike to see it all
finished.

With the new tank on the bike, I loaded it onto the trailer and put it
all in the garage. Mark wasn't available for the weekend - the cheeky
monkey had decided to hot-foot it off to Italy for a holiday - so I
would be travelling up alone. The plan was to leave early on the
saturday morning as our qualifying wasn't until after lunch so we had
plenty of time to get there, get the bike through scrutineering and get
signed on in the morning. Eric was also heading up in the morning in
his van, so I said that I would give him a call once I was on my way
and hopefully meet him somewhere along the M4. There didn't seem much
point in trying to fight the M25 and M4 on the friday night as it would
be packed with traffic and would probably take twice as long.

On the saturday morning I was up at 6am and away shortly after. The
traffic was light on the M25 and onto the M4, so I made good progress.
I gave Eric a call and he was only half an hour ahead of me. He was
stopping for fuel but I had filled up the night before so didn't need
to stop, and eventually caught him up about 30 miles from our
destination. We needed to stock up on supplies so I decided to put my
new toy to the test - I'd bought a Bluetooth GPS module from eBay for
the princely sum for 40 quid, as this would work with my Treo pda/phone
thingy as it could run Tom Tom Navigator. It all worked perfectly so I
got it to find the nearest supermarket, and sure enough it led us right
to a Tesco at a petrol station not far from the circuit. We stocked up
with supplies and then made the final leg of the journey to the
circuit.

The paddock at Castle Combe had already been divided into areas for the
various competitors, and the DD racers had been given the same area
that we had used the previous year. It was a small area separated from
the main paddock but it kept us all together in one area and helped
with the paddock atmosphere. I parked the car up on a spare patch of
grass next to a patch of tarmac, and Eric parked alongside in the van.
The grass gave us plenty of space to put up our tents while we could
put the bikes on the sturdier tarmac.

I got busy unloading my bike for scrutineering while Eric did the same.
We headed off down to technical inspection together which was empty,
and we were quickly through. Castle Combe always includes a noise test
due to a lot of NIMBYs (Not In My Back Yard) who live around the
circuit. It makes you wonder why people buy a house next to a race
track, which has been there for nearly 100 years, and then complain
about the noise! The limit is 105dB for race days which both bikes
easily passed. We headed back to our camp site and left the bikes then
headed back again to sign on and I had to collect my transponder. With
this all out of the way we finished off setting up the tents and
getting kit unpacked from the car before having a walk around to say
hello to everyone.

Before long we had to head out for our Qualifying session, so I got
kitted up and made sure that the bike was ready. We rode down to the
collecting area and handed in our practice passes, then sat and waited
in line to be let out onto the track. We were both quite a way back and
it was impossible to push in at any point and get behind somebody
quicker, but I didn't really think too much about that as all I wanted
to do was get out on the track and lay some demons to rest. As we filed
out onto the track, I spent the first couple of laps going round rather
nervously before settling into a rhythm and starting to push the bike
harder and faster. There was quite a bit of traffic as everyone had
been let out onto the track at the same time, but I pushed past those
who were holding me up too much and tried to tag on behind those faster
than me when I could. I felt pretty confident by the end of the session
although didn't think that my times would be particularly fast because
I was still a bit nervous of the track and especially that corner where
I had fallen off.

Back in the paddock I did the usual check of tyres and a once-over to
see if anything was loose or had fallen off. I also decided to change
the gearing to give me more speed as not only did the bike seem too
slow (albeit quick out of the corners) but it felt that it was in the
wrong gear for a lot of the corners. This didn't take long as I already
had the next ratios mounted on spare sprocket carriers, ready to drop
in.

Our race wasn't until later in the day, about 5pm, and there was the
England football match on in the afternoon before the race. We
collected our qualifying times from race control, and I had qualified
in 18th place and 9 seconds off the fastest time. This was nothing to
be worried about though as I was sure that I would make up quite a few
places on the start, as usual, and put in some better times in the race
now that the gearing was sorted too. Eric had qualified in 13th place
with fellow Essex boy Dickie one place ahead in 12th, so those two
would be my targets for the race.

I chatted with Eric about the racing and he said that he was having
problems getting past bikes and this was slowing him down quite badly.
I suggested that he tried the classic block pass by going faster into a
corner than the guy in front. This would mean braking later and harder,
but once you were on the inside of the corner there would be nothing
that they could do but give way, and you could go out much slower
without them being able to get past. You basically parked yourself in
their way and let them worry about it!

The early morning and the heat of the day was starting to take its
toll, so I sat in the car listening to the football on the radio and
I'm sure I fell asleep and missed most of the match! By the late
afternoon it was time to get kitted up and ready for race one. It was
still very hot and sunny and not really ideal conditions for wearing
heavy leathers, especially as we had to line up in the collecting area
long before we were needed. The previous race was still going on when
we arrived, so we just sat there in the sun getting hotter.

Finally we were let out onto the track as the previous race, the KTM660
Championship, were coming down the pit lane and off the track. It was
only a few yards to the starting positions and I was back on the 5th
row. I could see my targets for the start and planned my route, as I
knew that most of the bikes in front, especially the few Class B bikes,
would be a lot slower to pull away. With this in mind we were shown the
green flag to do our warm-up lap and the bikes all roared off together.
I tried to get as much heat into the tyres as possible without being
too aggresive into the corners, as falling off on the warm-up lap was
not a good idea.

Back round to the start grid and I found my place easy enough, and the
marshall at the front pointed up to the gantry above and lowered his
red flag as he walked off to the side. Bike into first, find the biting
point and just hold it off from rolling forward until the lights go
out. As the lights went off I gunned the bike into my pre-planned route
and it worked a treat as it was clear enough for me to get through. The
front of the grid had got away quite well, and the first section of
Castle Combe is quite long and fast, so we were already starting to
spread out by the time we reached the first corner of Quarry, just
after the Avon Rise.

Into Quarry and jostling for places, there are a couple of overtaking
chances here, if you're brave, through the Esses and into Old Paddock
and out through Hammerdown. I love this section of the track, and had
some great lines through here. Tower corner is a bit more difficult as
I always want to go tight on the apex but that's the wrong line, as it
messes you up for the chicane at Bobbies which really does take you by
surprise as there are virtually no visual markers there. It's only when
you go back (a lot more slowly!) and look that you see there are marker
boards but they're so easy to miss. Finally there's the slight kink of
Westway then the chicane (of straw bales) just before the final corner
of Camp corner. This is where I fell off last time so just getting
through here and out onto the start/finish straight in one piece at a
decent speed was good enough, and I crossed the line in 10th place.

There was just over a second gap to the pack in front, and I could see
Paul Payne on his 583cc Class B bike in front, showing that power
doesn't mean faster. I knew there would be a load of bikes behind me,
so I kept pushing and tried to bridge the gap to the guys in front. I
was already starting to scrape something down through the right-hander
of the Esses, but it felt flexible so it must have been the edge of the
fairing rather than anything hard that was likely to catch. I held my
position all the way round as we crossed the line again into lap 3.

Now starting to feel a little bit more cofident, I looked up to get my
turning point for Quarry only to see bike #64 laying in the track and
Andy Griffiths trying to dodge the oncoming traffic. I had to take
avoiding action and it lost me time so my old nemesis from 2005, Andy
Roberts on his #99 bike, seized the opportunity and got the better
drive into the Esses to get past me. I could almost see the grin
through his helmet. I followed Andy round the back half of the track to
regain my composure, but he got a much better drive out onto the
start/finish straight as I chickened out again on *that* corner.

I'd caught right back on the tail of Andy, using the extra power of the
620 over his 583 to drag me up the straight. I closed right up on him
into the Esses, but trying a little bit too hard to get back past him I
went in far too deep and really had to crank the bike over for the
right hander. This time I must have topped out the suspension in one of
the pot holes as I caught something rather solid as it touched down.
This spat me out of the seat as the bike bounced back up, but luckily
it was only a small knock and it just put me back out wide again at Old
Paddock. This did mean that I didn't get past Andy but also that
Dickie, who had been sitting right behind me, seized his chance and
went past as well. In the space of two laps I'd managed to lose as many
places.

I spent most of the next lap hanging onto Andy's tail and tried to get
up along side him into Quarry, but he wasn't having any of it and kept
his speed up. I tried again at the Esses, careful not to go too deep
this time, but again he didn't even let off the throttle and kept going
in a lot quicker than I was. I backed off a bit thinking that maybe
having a run at him would be better than to keep pushing, as maybe it
would take him by surprise and I could make the pass stick. This time
round Camp corner I followed his line and tried to match his speed
because I was sure that if he could do it then so could I.

Again I used the extra power of the 620 to get past Andy as I really
didn't want to let Dickie get too far in the distance. Andy wasn't even
in my class so getting past him wouldn't make any difference in points
for either of us, but I wanted to get back past Dickie and Andy wanted
to keep me between him and whoever was behind me. I set the block pass
up beautifully as I kept beside Andy going into Quarry, and there was
nothing he could do but to let me take the apex. This let me have the
run out of the corner and the 620 had the extra grunt while Andy had
lost his momentum. Now I had a free run through the Esses and could
start making my way back to Dickie.

I could just see the bikes ahead as Dickie and Paul Payne (#68) had
their own battle which I hoped would slow them down, but over the
remaining laps there was not much I could do to chase them down. I
still had both Andy and now Phil (#2) breathing down my neck and these
two both wanted to get past me and use me as a buffer. I stayed in
front for most of it, although on a couple of occasions they came
alongside to try for a pass but I managed to hold them both off. I soon
realised that this was doing me no good as I wasn't making any headway
on the bikes in front. I had a last lap sprint to try and make a
difference, but it wasn't to be as they were just little bit too far
ahead and putting in better laptimes than me. I finally crossed the
line in 10th place; with Paul Payne in front on his Class B bike this
would give me points for 9th place.

With the bikes back in our paddock area, and changed out of sweaty
leathers, we unpacked all of the cooking equipment and got started on
the bbq. Eric had brought along his lovely gas-fired bbq, but as we
hunted around in the van it turned out that we didn't have any gas for
it. The backup plan was to use the charcoal bbq that was also in the
van, even though it was only small. It was like a mini barrel that
split in half, and you could unfold the lid to become a second grill.
The only problem was that during a previous bbq, the handle had been
burnt off so it didn't sit level and the sausages would roll off the
grill. I went off and found a brick which we put under the lid/grill
and made it exactly the right height to stop the food escaping. We also
used our camping stove as a secondary cooker to fry some bacon and boil
water for hot drinks, so we had a good feed of burgers, hot dogs and
bacon rolls while we sat around in Eric's mega-tent, chatting away.

After our feast we walked around the paddock area chatting to some of
the other people, and went over to see how Andy Griffiths was getting
on with fixing the fairing on his bike. He had been bending all the
fairing supports back into position and was busy with the glass fibre
repair kit, patching the broken parts of the fairing back together,
with copious amounts of duct tape and cable ties for good measure. It
looked like he would have the bike ready again for the morning as the
fairing repairs would cure overnight.

None of us really stayed up too late that night as we were all
knackered from the day's racing and the early morning start to get to
the circuit. We put the bikes into Eric's tent for the evening before
heading off to bed. I retired to my tent and it wasn't long before I
was fast asleep. I had quite a good nights sleep as the area of the
paddock that we were in was away from the main paddock (and the noisy
generators of the posh caravans and motorhomes!) and we were also set
back behind our cars and vans too so this helped shield the noise.

The next morning was a bit chilly and overcast, but it didn't look like
it was going to rain. We didn't have to do anything that morning as we
were already signed on and had been through scrutineering, so it was
simply sitting back and waiting for our race. It was a bit annoying
that we wouldn't get any free practice that morning to at least refresh
our minds with the track and the bikes, but this is something we were
getting used to as we're way down in the pecking order of the club. It
was certainly very annoying that the Superbikes had two 30min free
practice sessions, but then dropping one of those and letting us have
ten minutes wouldn't be fair on the other classes either, and there
wasn't enough time to let everyone have a practice so we would just
have to make do with our one sighting lap.

Eric and the others went off to watch the racing and get some tips on
the corners, but this really didn't bother me as I just wanted to get
it over with and get home. The 9th place from the first race wasn't a
bad result and it was still better than my worst result so far of 11th
place, so as long as I did better than that each time I would be happy;
especially at this track.

Our race was at around 11am, so we didn't have long to wait. I don't
think I did anything to the bike, just double-checked that it had
enough fuel and that nothing had come loose or dropped off it, checked
the chain and gave it a wipe over with an oily rag. There were a lot
more spectators walking around than yesterday, and a lot were stopping
to look at all the bikes, take photos and have a chat to the owners
which was quite nice. After about the 10th nervous pee of the day, it
was finally time to get ready for the race.

We assembled in the collecting area just by the entrance to the track,
and it was getting hot again. We were kept waiting for quite some time,
and a lot of people were waiting with their helmets and gloves off
because of the heat. Eventually the race before ours finished and we
were allowed out onto the track to find our positions. We waited until
we were waved off and I set about trying to put some heat into the
tyres and brakes to get warmed up for the off. As we rounded Tower
corner and came into the chicane at Bobbies, there was a big cloud of
dust and I could see Andy Griffiths sliding off the track and into the
field. There was a small line of oil on the track that went all the way
across so you couldn't avoid riding through it. As we came round to
stop on the grid, we were held as it was obvious that they would want
to clear up the oil and get Andy and his bike off the track. One of the
marshalls came over and told us we would be there a while, so we could
turn off the bikes.

As we sat waiting, we could hear the commentators filling in this
impromptu break and talking about our race series. We could see a guy
standing at the side of the track with headphones and a microphone, and
it turned out to be their pitlane reporter who had come over to
interview some of the guys on the grid to help kill the time. The
interviewer headed straight for Dom in Pole Position and as he started
talking a chorus of (friendly) boos erupted from the riders to jokingly
drown out his interview. The interviewer picked up on this and we all
had a good laugh as the commentator remarked that he was obviously very
popular amongst the riders.

Finally we were given the signal that we were about to start again and
that we would do another sighting lap before starting the race. This
would allow us to warm tyres and brakes that had now gone cold while
sitting on the grid. We roared off round the track again and as we came
to the chicane at Bobbies, everyone was taking it very easy through the
cement dust that had been put down to soak up the oil on the track.
Finally round the track and back onto the grid we all got in position
for the race start.

As the lights went out and we all sped away from the grid, I realised
that I had made a big mistake in discussing how I did my starts with
Eric, as he had made a brilliant start and was off like a rat up a
drainpipe. My start had been quite good so I knew I hadn't fluffed it,
it was just that everyone else seemed to have done quite well too! We
all piled into Quarry, jostling for places, and then thinned out on the
charge through to the Esses and the back part of the track. By now
everyone had settled down into their place after the initial jostling,
and the race proper began.

I crossed the line in 12th spot, just behind Eric but with really poor
drive out of Camp corner and onto the start/finish straight I was never
going to get enough momentum to pass him. I sat behind him going into
Quarry and hoped to get a better run, but Eric had obviously also been
paying attention when I told him about block passing as he made sure
that there was no room for me to get past, so I had to sit behind him
and pick my time. I follwed him as closely as possible round the back
of the track and tried to copy his line through camp as hopefully this
would give me better drive and allow me to get past him.

As we crossed the line I was still quite a way back, but I managed to
make most of it up into Quarry on the brakes. Unfortunately I was
riding way beyond my means as I had a huge slide from the rear wheel as
I tipped it in. I don't know how far the rear actually went, but it
felt like three feet out sideways and I just hoped it looked quite good
for the watching crowd, and that they couldn't see that I'd almost shat
myself. This lapse in concentration meant I didn't make the pass stick
but the gap had closed and Eric was still close enough to put a pass
on. I got a really good drive out of the Esses and put in a perfect
block pass at Tower, sailing up the inside and then laying it over
right where Eric wanted to be. I could almost see the panic in his face
as he looked over and saw me right where there was clear tarmac half a
second earlier.

Leading Eric through Westway and Camp corner, the next lot in front
were the Class B bikes of Paul Payne, Andy Roberts and Phil Huntley.
This was the front running pack of the Class B bikes, and getting past
one would be bad enough but all three would be almost impossible. These
guys really held their corner speed as it was all or nothing with their
bikes, so passing them on the straights and then making it stick was
just as hard even with the (small amount of) extra power from the 620.
I managed to take Paul Payne relatively easily through the Esses by
just drifting along side and being later on the brakes, but keeping him
behind me and making it to the next two wouldn't be so easy. Luckily I
was right behind the leading pair at Camp so again I watched their
lines to see what I was doing wrong and to hopefully correct it.

I was right up alongside the battling Andy and Phil, looking to spoil
their party as we approached Quarry, but neither of these two wanted to
let me by so they just held their corner speed and didn't seem to brake
at all, and this left me at the back of the pack. I tried to use the
extra power of the bike into the Esses but again neither of them were
letting me have it easy so it was a case of following them both into
Tower. I tried to go up the inside but they were battling each other so
there was no room for me to join the party and rather than skittle the
pair I just sat back and left them to it, waiting for my opportunity.

The run through the chicane and Camp corner was pretty crap for me but
I used the 620 to reel them in by the time we got to Quarry. Again
these two were not letting me have anything easy and just carried their
speed round and into the Esses. I was being far too restrained to match
their speed through the corners so I found myself sitting right on
their tail and waiting for the opportunity to strike. This time I got
right up close at Camp and followed their line perfectly and tried to
match the speed, and this time it worked as I was alongside them into
Avon rise and making for the apex. However, Andy didn't want to let me
have it all my own way and took both me and Phil in one brave move,
right round the outside, but at least Phil was now behind me and I
would only have Andy to worry about.

Knowing that there was at least Phil right on my tail, probably Paul
Payne and then who knows how many 620s, I kept as close to Andy as
possible without giving too much away to anyone else. I closed right up
on him on the brakes at the chicane before Camp, and followed his line
out onto the start/finish straight to get the run up to Quarry. As we
crossed the line the last-lap flag was out, so I knew that I would have
to make my move pretty soon. This time the pass worked and I had the
line into Quarry and managed to make myself wide enough to stop Andy
coming back past, but he was alongside me into the Esses. I held my
line and braked deeper, keeping ahead out on the run through Old
Paddock and Hammerdown into Tower.

This was the last lap and I was now in front of the chasing pack
without being able to see anyone in front, so I knew that I needed to
keep my place at all costs. I rocketed through Bobbies quicker than I
ever had before, ignoring the cement dust that was still there from the
earlier oil spill. As we got to the chicane at the end of Westway,
there was a back marker right in front of us. It was a split decision
whether to dive in front of him or to hold back, as the timing was
going to be very close. I made the decision to go with my speed and
dive in front as the chances of him slowing me down through the chicane
and the others behind taking advantage were just too great. I put my
head down and went for it, diving round the outside of the poor guy
already turning into the chicane, it must have given him a real fright
given the speed difference. Anyone who followed me through there must
have had a screw loose, and luckily my plan worked as I made it through
and out the other side without anyone coming past. I made it to the
finish line and had a look back to see a group of at least six bikes
not that far behind, so I was lucky to hold them off for so long and
take 8th place. More importantly, I had finished right behind NickB, so
it meant that I had only lost 3 points to him that weekend, and he was
only 4 points in front of me in the championship - not a bad result at
what would probably be my worst round.

Back in the paddock I got changed and started packing all the bike gear
away. I didn't want to hang around too long as it was a long drive home
and the early finish meant I could at least be home at a reasonable
time for once. Eric was moaning because I'd explained about the perfect
block pass and then proceeded to give him a practical demonstration
during the race, but was pleased because of his new found start skills
and the fact that he was looking at finishing behind Dickie right up
until one of the very last corners where Dickie had outbreaked himself
trying to get past me (although I was unaware of this) and ran on to
the grass, so Eric slipped past and took a point off him instead. Top
stuff!

It turned out that Andy Griffiths had fallen off his bike on the
warming up lap due to oil leaking from his airbox, out onto his tyres.
When Andy had fallen off in the first race the previous day, oil had
collected in the airbox as it laid on it's side; a typical Ducati
trait. Andy had rebuilt the bike but didn't check the airbox, so the
small pool of oil was still there when he went out for the second race.
As he tipped it into the first left on the track, the oil came out of
the airbox breather and coated the left-hand side of his tyre. This was
ok for the next section of the track, as the corners were all
right-handers, until he got to the left-hander at Bobbies, and the tyre
had no grip. The rear wheel washed out and he slid into the field.

We said our goodbyes after I packed the kit away and loaded the bike on
the trailer. This time I left the circuit with a smile on my face.
Given the two DNFs from last year and the two broken bones that went
with it, this year had been a immeasurably better result. It might be a
long drive home but at least I didn't have to do it with one arm in a
sling.

Qualifying: 18th. Best Lap 1:33.01s
Race 1: 10th (9th for points). Best Lap 1:28.66s
Race 2: 8th. Best Lap 1:27.06s
Championship: 5th on 136 points.
Link to Full Stats breakdown including lap times:
http://www.theresults.co.uk/2006_New_Era_0610_Castle_Results.pdf
Link to PLJ Official Pictures:
http://www.pljphoto.com/photos.asp?...60610_Castle_Combe&Rider=111_Antony_Espindola

Next Round: Oulton Park - Sunday 8th July

More race reports and stuff on my website:
http://www.horrible.demon.co.uk/bikes/racing.htm

 

well done - keep it up.

 

Indeed.

Ta for the precis, darsers.

 

snippetty shit...

Well done...

Keep the post's (long) coming...

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, darsy

He'll never maintain that form to the season's end. Mark my words.

Mein Du, he has just lapped himself in the "Pahnd!" Award Annual
Competition.

Even then he's only ahead by a nose[1].

[1] Amidst fairly prominent opposition, it must be said.

--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - Podium Placed Ducati Race Engineer as featured in
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WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
SBS#39 OMF#6 Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha Vmax Honda ST1100 wiv trailer

 

antonye wrote

Coo you don't half rattle on some don't you eh. Keep it up and learn to
ride faster, we can't have ukrmers finishing down in the points can we,
we have standards to uphold.