Well two races down and four more to go. I’ll let Costa and JP fill you in with all the details on how Team CMG performed, but overall this is proving to be quite the series. CMG escapades aside, race two saw the much anticipated arrival of Team Toronto Ducati (AKA Brampton Cycle) and their pro-rider Derek Vammus on a 900SS.
So after all the organising, preparation, scamming freebies and planning world domination, the first race of the Canadian Thunder Series is upon us. This was our chance to shine. To show the world that Team CMG would never be defeated. We were going to show ’em what racing was all about.
I think it’s taken all of us a bit by surprise at how quickly the inaugural race of the Canadian Thunder Series has come around. Thankfully it appears that all the important bits have come together, although we’re still in eleventh hour negotiations with some prospective sponsors.
Everything slowed down for a moment, as the sounds of revving motors all around me lost their bark. I took one big deep breath and let the clutch go in unison with the flag drop.
Ah, race day. I wanted to leave nothing to chance today so got up early and made sure that I had my mind around everything.
Although I suspected that the rider’s meeting would be much the same as yesterday and still in French, I dutifully attended and as expected, left non the wiser.
So there I was. Sitting on the pre-grid, rain pouring down, heart beating at redline, as the ASM official dressed in a swanky green garbage bag conferred with the riders in front of us as to whether to give it fifteen minutes or have them start – now.
(Read Part 4 here) SIZING UP THE COMPETITION JP avec silly hat. At the Mosport round we thought it would be a good opportunity to have a chat with some of the other racers in our class and find out a bit about what we can expect come the big day. The series is currently … Continue reading The Race Diaries, Part 5
Suddenly, I’m there. Dressed in fancy new leathers, boots and gloves, perched atop a new BMW R1100S, I’m about to enter the infamous Mosport race track. “I don’t belong here,” I think to myself as the race official turns to open the track access gate. I can’t afford this bike. Even the gear is a stretch. Bloody hell, I can’t even race.
At this point in the series I think it’s safe to say that Buell meant it when they initially told us to sod off. A subsequent (and more polite) call, left us with the distinct impression that we might be able to get something, but they would let us know.