Race Report - Round Three - Snetterton, 25th June 2005

Race Report - Round Three - Snetterton, 25th June 2005

With the trials of the last round at Castle Combe, and my hand still
not fully recovered from the crash in race one that kept me out of race
two, I was looking forward to getting back out on the bike at
Snetterton and finishing the race and getting some points.

Friday was a hectic day at work as I had to cram a whole day into the
morning so I could pick the bike up from TecMoto, where it had been all
week having an oil cooler fitted. The engine was generating a fierce
amount of heat with the big-bore kit, and with the temperature way up
in the high twenties in the week, it looked like it would be in
desperate need of it at Snetterton, especially as this was a one-off 30
minute race rather than the usual 8-lap race.

With the trailer on the car and one of the dead spare wheels in the
boot, I headed down the A12 to TecMoto to collect the bike. On arriving
I had a chat with Mitch the Mechanic and I had a quick look at the
bike. Chris, the owner, had got a Monster 900 in which he was breaking
so our original plan of fitting a spare oil cooler off a Shitroen 2CV,
which he had found in the workshop, went out the window in favour of
taking everything required off this instead as it would go straight on.
TecMoto had run the bike up and checked it all over and it was working
well. There is still a slight weep from the engine cases, but that can
be fixed later.

But first I had to get a new tyre onto the spare trailer wheel, as this
would guarantee that I would not have any more problems with the
trailer. There is a place that does bike tyres just round the corner
from TecMoto, so I walked round there carrying the wheel in the hope
that they may have one, but alas they did not. They did, however, point
me in the direction of a tyre fitter not far away (follow the road to
the t-junction, turn right into Church Road and it's on your left) and
so I walked back to TecMoto, hopped in the car and set off in search of
it.

Arriving at the t-junction, I turned right and went slowly up Church
Road, looking to a tyre fitters in this obviously residential street.
As I passed one side road on the left I noticed a Michelin sign on a
building down there which may have been the place, but I was already
past the road so I carried on to find somewhere to turn round. As I
passed the next road on the left I spied a larger Universal Tyre
Fitters sign and so went into that road instead, and found what I was
looking for - Roadrunners tyre fitting.

Parking the Bimmer on the forecourt, the bays inside were already full
and they were even changing wheels on a car outside, so I thought that
I'd be waiting ages to get served. Walking in with my knackered wheel,
a Guy In Overalls asked me if he could help, so I showed him the wheel
and asked for a new tyre. He checked the size, went into the office and
tapped onto a computer, came back out and said "Twenty five quid
fitted." That'll do. Guy In Overalls nodded to Man in Dirty Jumper who
came and took my wheel and immediately started taking the tyre off.
Meanwhile, Young Lad ran off out the back and thirty seconds later
appeared with a tyre. He rolled the tyre from one side of the workshop
to where Man in Dirty Jumper had just taken the tyre off my wheel, and
it wobbled then flopped onto the floor *right next* to the tyre fitting
machine. Without even looking, Man in Dirty Jumper bent down and picked
up the tyre, then began fitting. It was like the Tyre Fitter's Balet.

Thirty seconds later the tyre was fitted and inflated, and Man in Dirty
Jumper walked over and asked which car was mine so he could put it into
the boot. Back at the office I gave them cash and got my receipt. Never
have I ever been to anywhere so efficient, and never have I seen anyone
fit a tyre so quickly in my life - I was there literally as long as it
has taken you to read this! If you need tyres in Essex, give them a
visit as they're top chaps.

Back at TecMoto, we got the bike onto the trailer and Chris arrived
just as all the hard work was done. We had a quick chat about the
racing and what we could do with the bike, then we said goodbye and I
set off back home to get everything packed up ready for the early start
the next day. Then plan was to leave at about 6.30am at the latest to
arrive at Snetterton for 8am at the latest to get through scrutineering
asap, as this was down as being 7.30am to 9am, leaving just enough room
to get any small problems sorted.

As my parents were visiting for the weekend, and arriving later that
night, my Old Man had decided he wanted to come and watch me race and
generally be my pit bitch for the day. This left me in two minds
because (a) it would be a great help to have someone there with me and
it would be good to share this experience with my father and (2) I can
be a real grumpy fucker in the pits sometimes and end up venting on the
nearest person if things don't go right. But the decision went with the
former, and so back home the trailer was parked in the garage as there
was food shopping with the wife and kids and then dinner to organise.

With the shopping and eating out of the way, my parents arrived shortly
after and the kids did their usual trick of going loopy at the sight of
Nanny and Grandad so I snuck out to the garage to start getting things
ready and left them all too it. First thing to sort out was the fairing
as this was still damaged after the fall at Castle Combe. One of the
fairing stays was also broken, so I needed some way of fixing this as,
unfortunately, my workshop equipment doesn't run to a welder. Dad
joined me in the garage just as I began to think about this and we
decided that the fairing was first as the fibreglass resin would need
time to dry.

With all the fairing stripped off the bike, we went to my other garage
where the 748 lives along with assorted junk and the all important
fibreglass repair kit. I'd managed to beg some junked track fairing for
the 748 off friend and fellow Essex dweller Desmondo (Jamie) and had
bought a twenty quid fibreglass repair kit from Halfrauds to patch up
the holes. The results were pretty impressive for a first attempt,
which you can see here:
http://horrible.demon.co.uk/fairing/

Measuring up the fairing, I cut up some of the fibre cloth into the
right size patches and even used some kevlar cloth which I had bought
for other projects. Mixing up the resin in the right quantities, I
started applying it to the fairing, then patching and working in the
resin, and so on. I had mixed up 40ml of resin, which would cover a
couple of repairs, and had just finished the first patch when I reached
for the spoon in the resin - the bloody resin had already started to
cure and turned into jelly! I had literally spooned some runny resin
onto the patch, applied more cloth, then turned back to the resin and
it had set! The temperature was quite high in the garage, which was
good as it meant that the resin would set quickly, but it did mean lots
of small batches of resin.

With the fairing all bodged^H^H patched up, we went back to sort out
the fairing stay, back in the garage with the racebike in it. We
decided that the best thing to do would be to drill the broken arm and
then thread some wire through, then wrap it around the arm and the stay
to hold everything together. The fairing stay is quite thick metal and
the drill was just running down as I finally broke through the other
side. We found some cable left over from putting new lights in the
garage (see the racing blog:
http://www.horrible.demon.co.uk/bikes/racing2005.htm) and threaded it
through the arm then around the stay. Dad suggested we should solder
the wire once it was in place to give it a little extra strength, so I
popped back to the main garage to get the soldering equipment. Back in
the other garage, I checked the fairing and the resin had set
completely, so at least we might be able to assemble the bike that
night rather than wait until the morning.

With our fairing stay now wired and soldered, it still wasn't very
strong but at least it was holding in the right position. Back to the
fairing and an executive decision was taken (by me) that it would be
set enough to drill and fit, so we set about doing that. Drilling out
the mounting holes, where most of the damage had occurred as the
right-hand side panel got ripped off, the resin was indeed set all the
way through. With the side fairings in place and the nose fairing on,
everything was holding together nicely and the repair to the arm seemed
to be doing it's job. All that was left was to give the bike a quick
wipe over and then I could load all the tools and spares into the
car,and we'd be sorted.

By now it was about 9.30pm and we'd been working on the bike for about
2 hours, which was a lot less than I thought we would need. With all
the tools packed into the right boxes, I started loading the boot of
the car. It looked a little empty but I put this down to using a bigger
box for the spares now. Then I noticed that I hadn't put the paddock
stand in yet, so that would take up some room. Paddock stand? Oh ****,
I've only left it down at TecMoto! I'd forgotten to get it out of the
workshop as I loaded the bike so it was still there! The bike was left
strapped to the trailer while we worked on it, so I hadn't missed it at
all. Oh well, too late now so I'll have to make do without it.

The rest of the gear got put into the car and we settled down in front
of the tv with a beer before trying to get an early night as we'd be up
early in the morning.

As usual, I didn't sleep much that night as my performance at Castle
Combe was still on my mind, along with the heat of the day keeping the
temperature up in the house. I think I finally got to sleep at about
1.30am, but I can't be sure, and it certainly didn't feel like I was
asleep long when the alarm went off at 6am. I got up and dressed
quickly and met Dad downstairs who had a cuppa waiting for me. With the
drinks out of the (beer) fridge and into the food bag, I double-
checked that I had everything and we went out to the car. Hitching the
trailer up to the car, I remembered the drill and batteries as I had
left the drill on the trailer handle to remind me. Then the new spare
wheel for the trailer was put into the boot, and off we went.

The drive to Snetterton wasn't too bad as it gave me a chance to chat
with my Dad, something we hadn't had time to do for a while. We stopped
off to fill up with petrol but there was no Super Unleaded! This meant
that I had to resort to "normal" unleaded, which would probably mean
the bike not running 100%. Bugger.

Arriving at the circuit, we spotted the DSC flag and made room in the
pit area so I could unload the bike. With Chi not having a paddock
stand, we had used the trailer to prop his bike up so I knew I could do
this too. We got the car onto the grass and unloaded the bike, then
stood it up against the trailer without problems. The sky was grey and
the air was cold, and with the rain the night before it looked like it
could rain again later, so we got the gazebo out and put that together,
setting it up over the bike and trailer so we could work on the bike
without getting wet. We were setting up when Neal from Team UKRM,
competing in the KRC 8 Hour the next day, came over to say hello. He
had been at Castle Combe watching when I came off (jinx!) so we had a
chat.

First thing to do was a quick check over the main points on the bike to
spot anything which the scrutineers might have issue with, before going
to get the bike signed off and my entry confirmed. Nothing was amiss,
so I got kitted up and took all my paperwork off to scrutineering. On
arrival, the scrutineering bay was nothing more than a parking space
next to a transit van. However, appearances can be deceptive and the
scrutineers actually gave the bike a very thorough checking over,
nothing like the quick squint it had received at previous rounds, but
it passed without problems which I was very pleased about. Building
your own race bike for the first time there is always a worry that you
might miss something major. All that was left was to sign in and pay a
tenner for the transponder, and I was away back to my pit area.

It was now not even 9am and our first practise wasn't until 2pm, so
there was plenty of time to kill. I didn't go for the DSC trackday for
a couple of reasons - originally because I have already done many laps
at Snetterton and secondly from a financial viewpoint - but now mainly
because I didn't want to stress my hand too much and end up not being
able to race later in the day. We headed over to the cafe for
breakfast, then wandered about and found Team UKRM in the garages and
had another chat. Then a walk round the DD area and caught up with the
other riders. Then we went off to watch some of the trackday and I
talked my Dad round the circuit so he could get a good vantage point
for the racing, and to take some pictures.

There were various people I knew on the half-trackday that the DSC had
organised for the saturday morning, so I kept an eye out for them to
see how they were doing. I caught sight of a yellow track-faired bike
being pushed back into the paddock, and knew it was fellow Essex boy
Martin's bike. It looked like the bike had gone down on it's left side,
and on closer inspection the fairing had holed and punched through the
water pump cover - damage I knew well as I'd done the same to mine last
year. Martin had offered me a pump cover off his spare engine, but it
didn't fit, so I knew he at least had one of those spare! Martin had
come off as he'd misjudged his speed into Riches, and had unfortunately
hit another bike ridden by Ruth, who luckily managed to stay on. Martin
had slid off, dumping coolant on the track, and was shortly followed
onto the grass by a 999 and a Buell who both found out how slippery
coolant is and why it's not allowed to be used in racing! Luckily
neither of the two late comers to the party were badly damaged.

Back in the cafe we sat and had a quick lunch, as I didn't want to eat
too much and wasn't really feeling too hungry anyway. We had a riders
meeting at 1.15pm to discuss some topics, and with practise at 2pm I
wanted to be in my leathers before we went to the meeting just in case
it overran and time would be tight. I'd learnt my lesson in the earlier
rounds that getting out early and having a clear track helped to get a
good lap in, rather than getting caught up in stoppages or if the
session got red flagged.

With the meeting out of the way I walked back to the pits and picked up
my helmet, jumped on the bike and started it up. It was running a bit
rough, as it always does when it's cold and on first use, but I knew it
would soon clear. I went off to the pitlane collecting area and lined
up behind Ali on bike #7, waiting for our practise to begin.

As I know Snetterton quite well, I wasn't worried about learning the
track and just wanted to get out and ride. As my hand wasn't 100% from
the Castle Combe crash, I didn't want to push my limits too much in
practise either, just to get out and feel how everything felt, and also
check that the newly fitted oil cooler on the bike was working and not
pissing oil out.

Practise went without a hitch although the bike felt like it was
running rough. It may just have been the carbs clearing themselves, or
it may have been that we were running on plain unleaded. I had stuck
with standard gearing of 15/41 as this was what everyone else was
using. Keeping count of the bikes coming past me in practise, it was
only the fast pack so I wasn't too worried about my pace either.

Back at our paddock area I parked the bike up and checked it over for
oil leaks from the cooler and also felt it to see if it was working
properly, which it was. The oil level also seemed fine, and it also
looked quite clear compared to its usual black mess after use, so the
cooler certainly seemed to be doing it's job, even if the weather was a
good 10 degrees cooler than in the week. I did a nut & bolt check and
found everything was there, so could relax until our qualifying
practise which would be just after 3pm. My hand was starting to ache
but nothing too major, so again I could relax a bit.

Things seemed to drag a bit until we lined up for timed practise
(qualifying) but again I went on the first call to get right at the
front and a clear track to put a good lap in. As the bikes were let out
onto the track the guys in front disappeared and it always amazes me
how they do this on cold tyres. I know we do it in a race, but we do
have the luxury of one sighting lap before lining up on the grid. I got
my head down and pushed the bike as much as I could, and put together
what felt like a few good laps. The front end was pushing a bit over
what felt like bumps on the fast apex of Riches, the first corner off
the start/finish straight. If the forks on the bike were adjustable,
I'm sure we'd have been able to sort this out but they're not so we
couldn't.

On the track I was warming up nicely when I spotted what looked like
all of Team UKRM hanging over the side of the pit wall, encouraging me
to go faster. Thanks guys, but it's not like I wasn't trying! Spurred
on I went for it again and put in what felt like fast laps. The bike
was just topping out halfway down the back straight, so the gearing was
more or less right and there wasn't much in it with any of the other
bikes flat out. The Monsters, with their 20% horsepower advantage, were
punching out of the corners better and getting a slight jump on the
straights, but as the old SS wound up they would just edge away slowly.


About 2 laps from the end the tacho suddenly dropped back to zero. This
didn't worry me much as the cable is forever popping out of the holder
as the thread on the cable is knackered. I don't really use the tacho
much anyway now that I'm used to the bike, and it seems to spend most
of it's life at the redline.

With practise over I headed back to the paddock and did another bolt
check but nothing was amiss. I pulled out the tacho cable, only to find
no drive cable in the middle, so it must have snapped somewhere along
the way. Oh well, it needed replacing anyway so now is the time to do
it. It just means that I wouldn't be able to use the tacho in the race.
The oil still looked fine but the cases were weeping a little and
leaving some oil in front of the vertical cylinder, but not enough to
worry about.

The timesheets arrived and I'd qualified 13th on the grid - so around
my usual spot. I had hoped to do slightly better, but I'm pretty good
at starts so I knew I could make up a couple of places and then run
with it. The only concern was that my hand had started to swell with
all the clutch use and was getting painful, so I didn't know if it
would last the full 30 minute race.

Now it was just the wait until the race at 5pm, over an hour away, so
we wandered down to the garages to see what was going on in the KRC.
Team UKRM had an oil problem earlier, which turned out to be nothing
more than a leaking gasket, so they had got that sorted and were back
out again in their own qualifying.

When the race was called, there was no hurry to get down to the
collecting area, but I was ready in my leathers from the practise
earlier. Now that I've raced a few times, the nerves have eased when it
comes to sitting in the collecting area with the other bikes. I just
sat and cleared my head of everything and tried to concentrate on the
race - not easy with nearly thirty loud Ducatis being warmed up around
you!

We were let out onto the circuit to form up on the grid, and I found my
place as luckily Snetterton has markings and I'd learnt my lesson about
looking for two sets of markings from the Cadwell round. I was first on
the fourth row, which is over on the left of the track, so at least I
had some run off if things all went wrong in front of me. As we were
waved off a row at a time, everyone practised their starts and we were
off round the track. I didn't want to fry my clutch again, so kept it
gentle and just found the biting point. The proper start would have to
wait.

We all made it back round the circuit and formed up again. The red flag
was held up at the front while the last few rows were sorted, then the
flag man pointed up to the lights on the gantry and I clunked into
first. Staring intently on the lights, the reds came on ... then off. I
got an awesome launch off the line and seemed to make it through at
least two rows of standing bikes and into the middle of the front pack.
I knew I'd done well but the official pictures show that I was in 7th
place going into turn one! However, my good fortune was not about to
last as nearly 30 bikes arrived almost simultaneously at the same
corner and fought for what little space there was available. Some bikes
came round the outside and some came underneath, and it seemed like I
was out of my depth.

Out onto Sears corner and the same thing happened - maybe I'd backed it
off too early or braked too early, but I seemed to be mugged by about 4
bikes at once coming both round and underneath me. This was not looking
good! Out onto the straights and the Monsters got out of the corner and
picked up quicker, slowly edging away into the distance. Feeling myself
going backwards at a rather fast pace, I adjusted my braking marker
accordingly for the Esses but the bikes in front were still pulling
away. The same thing happened for a few corners until it seems like
just about everyone on the track had passed me, and I was all alone as
the bike in front slowly edged away.

Out onto the straights and I could glance behind but there was nobody
there. I knew it was bad, but just couldn't work out why as it didn't
feel like I was going particularly slowly. I tried pushing myself but
just started getting things wrong - snaking the rear by going down too
many gears, running wide over the kerbs and at one point going so wide
at Sears that I ran out of tarmac and onto the mud!

Things stayed the same and I'd already lost count of how many laps I'd
done. It seemed like at least five laps, maybe eight but I wasn't sure
as when you're braking for all you're worth it's hard to remember
simple things! The next thing I knew was I'd caught up with Lin Jones.
This gave me a slight sense of relief in seeing a back marker as it
meant that at least I was still in the race. On the next lap I was
buzzed by the flying Geoff Spencer round Coram Curves as he lapped me.
Coming round the last section of Coram and into Russel, the chicane
before the start/finish, the red flags were out which was a real
surprise - race stopped. What the hell? What happens now? Is that it?

As we got to Russel Bend there was a monster propped against tyre wall
and a rider laying at the side of the track. The Ambulance was already
there and we were being instructed to go back to the grid rather than
off the track. Riding past it's hard not to look but I did and he
certainly wasn't moving. It later turned out that Dave Reilly had
high-sided coming out of Russel on the previous lap, just behind Geoff,
and had knocked himself out. He was taken to Norwich and Norfolk
hospital and was x-rayed where they found a broken collar bone and arm.
He was kept in overnight, but released the next day and was in good
spirits, but he won't be competing for the rest of the season.

Back on the grid everyone was wondering what the hell was happening and
it turned out that we would restart in our positions on the lap before
Dave crashed. This meant that I would restart in 18th! I knew I was
doing bad, but 18th was a lot lower down than I expected. With the
track cleared and Dave on his way to hospital, the race was restarted
and this time I was another row back and in the middle. The bike had
been off, so it had a chance to cool down and one of the guys on the
pit wall said we had less than 15 minutes left, which would be about 10
laps, so basically a normal race. With this in mind I knew it would be
a case of gunning it to make up as much time as possible, especially as
the results would be aggregated over the two sessions.

So, the red flag came out again and he pointed to the gantry - no need
for a formation lap this time. The lights came on and then went out,
and I pulled off another flyer. I made it up quite a few rows in
amongst the front runners who had disappeared last time, but this time
I tried to make it stick. Into the first corner and not many came past,
and then we settled into positions for the rest of the race.

One person who had been missing from my race so far was Andy Roberts on
bike # 99 - we have almost identical bikes and we always seem to end up
battling it out for the position between us, as at Cadwell and at
Castle Combe until I came off. It was at this point that Andy appeared
and I managed to stick with him, so at this point we both started
racing.

There wasn't anything between the bikes down the straight, it was all
down to exit speed from Sears, and when you're flat out in top - about
110mph I reckon - but the guy in front is 0.5mph faster, it seems like
you're going really slow. After a couple of laps I managed to slip past
Andy and make the pass stick, then led him round for a couple of laps.

As we got out onto the back straight again, I saw a wheel edging out
from the corner of my eye on the right and get along side me. The next
thing I knew there was a hand on my right leg as Andy reached out and
gave himself a push forward! The cheeky bastard! He looked back as he
went out in front and although he was wearing a dark visor, I just knew
that he would have a massive grin that matched the one on my face. We
piled into the Esses and I braked as late as I dared but Andy had come
round the outside and had the inside line for the next apex, so short
of running him off the track, I had to back off and let him through.

I spent the next laps keeping pace with him as he was quicker in some
sections but I was quicker in others. I'd lined him up for an overtake
in a couple of my faster sections but I was either bottling it or just
not getting it right to get past. The deciding moment was when we
caught up with Lin again, our first backmarker, and for Andy he could
pass with ease but it just messed up my drive onto the back straight so
he pulled a short gap and it was back to reeling him in again.

Just as I was closing the gap again, we got through Russel and I could
see the chequered flag being waved up at the gantry - game over. I
looked back and couldn't see anyone and I knew I'd gone past Frenchman
Antoine in the restart who was one place ahead of me, so hopefully I'd
gapped him enough to get in front of him on aggregate. The second half
had been a fantastic battle with Andy and exactly what I had needed to
help me get my finger out rather than circulating by myself slower and
slower.

The lap times show that I was running in the 1:30s and 1:29s in the
first half of the race before the restart, only dipping into a 1:28
once in ten laps. In the second half of the race I managed to do six
laps at 1:27s and four at 1:28s, so it shows the difference when you
have someone there to push you along.

Back in the paddock area we were all hyped from our racing buzz and I
immediately thanked Andy for the excellent racing battles we had out
there. We had a laugh about his helping hand and I said it was a good
job he hadn't tried to pass me on the other side or I'd have gone for
his kill-switch, or maybe even taken his key out if he'd have been
close enough.

I got changed out of my leathers and although the weather was quite
cool I was absolutely dripping with sweat. I got changed and grabbed a
drink, then we set about packing up as that would be it for the day,
and there would be a while yet until the results were announced as they
had to be aggregated.

Just as we had packed away, the results were announced and I'd managed
to keep it together enough to get past Antoine and claim 17th place.
Obviously I wasn't happy with this but it's one point better than 18th
and at the moment I need all the points I can get. It also means that
Antoine stays behind me in the championship and I edge closer to those
in front - those who didn't fall off at Castle Combe!

With the presentations over, there was some murmerings about the
results not quite being right, so the timing people went back and
counted everything up again. As we had packed up the car, got the bike
on the trailer and said our goodbyes, we headed back down to the office
to get the results sheet and also get my ACU card signed as another
tick towards getting rid of my novice jacket. The results were reissued
and the only thing I was worried about was losing my 17th place back to
Antoine, but it looked like only a couple of positions were changed.

My hand was noticeably swollen now and started to ache like mad, and I
bumped into Pip who is one of the Team UKRM mechanics. We chatted about
the result and he gave me some advice about my hand as he'd had a
similar accident.

It was nearly 7.30pm by the time we finally left, but it had been a
good day not from the result but from the fact that I'd stayed on the
bike for the first time and managed to successfully bring it in and
score points too. I chatted with Dad all the way home and he'd caught
some footage on the video camera as well as getting some good pictures
too which I will get onto the website at some point.

The next day I checked the website for the results and was surprised to
find that I'd been scored with a result in 16th. I checked through the
list to find out who they had missed out, only to see that Domski had
been disqualified, so we'd all been bumped up a place. Ali had also
been given the third spot, as this had been the cause of the confusion
with the aggregated times. Bonus! An extra point! It later turned out
that Dom had been running a Corsa front which was supplied by his
sponsors, but he held his hands up and took the punishment. I have a
feeling that the tyres will be checked more often from now on.

So looking back I know that I can go faster when I try, but I do need
to be more aggressive out on the track and just wind it on that little
bit more. It's now that I'm thinking that I really should get some
proper training from the CSS or similar as this will help me with where
I'm not quite doing it right, but it's very expensive so it might have
to wait until next year and by then I could be on a completely
different bike, or not racing at all.

13th August. I've got a trackday at Cadwell on the 25th July to
practise for our final round, and also need some track time at
Donington itself which should be on the 2nd August if I can get round
to booking it. We've also got some Keihin FCR39s to go onto the bike,
loaned for the season from the very generous Mark Bailey who is a
former bike racer and lives up the road in Essex. Hopefully this will
give me a little bit extra to help get past some of the other 600SS
bikes (watch out Andy!) and also make some inroads on the monsters too.


Current Standings

Qualifying: 13th. Best Lap 1:28.42s
Race: 16th. Best Lap 1:27.20s
18th in Championship on 40 points.
Link to Full Stats breakdown including lap times:
http://www.theresults.co.uk/krc_25th_26th_June_2005_results_snetterton_8_hour.pdf
Link to PicMan Official Pictures:
http://www.picman.co.uk/cgi-bin/v2.pl?pics&DUC&DUC&date&2005&20050626DUCSNE20050627&DUCATI_RACING&&1

Next Round: Donington Park - Saturday 13th August.

 

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Well done, tho ;o)

 

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Excellent write up, and how is the wrist after that?

i'm keep thinking about buying a ducati for some strange every time
i read one of these.

Having done a couple of sports before starting riding,i often wonder
why coaching never seems to make it into motorsport compared with
other sports. probably the cost of everything else means so little
money is left.

I've done six or so CSS days over the last few years, and whilst the
coaching there is excellent it follows a rigid set of drills and
classroom pattern through levels 1 2 and 3.

The PACE days at ESS seem great value - paging Monkey. On Thursday ..
my first trackday this year...eek.. at Cadwell I'm off to see if the
JWSS is any good. http://www.speedfreaktrackdays.com/news.php

Hmm i'm planning at being at Cadwell again on the 29th. Might see if
me mate is interested on changing to the 25th.