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.
You can’t race without a licence. Well, maybe I should clarify, you can’t race on a track in Canada without an approved race licence. Since we intend to do just that, it only seemed logical to get a racing licence, and to do that, you have to spend a day at a recognised race school.
Contrary to popular belief, we’re full of good ideas (among other things) at CMG and don’t always get what we want. And sometimes, we just don’t have the time or organisational abilities to get anything started (easy to believe, and very true).
Welcome to the fifth and final part of Team Frozen lake Dogs adventures at the 1998 Numb Bum 24 hour ice race.
It’s February of 1998 and Team FLD has run out of time. The Yamaha B-Whiz has been ridden on several frozen lakes, every team member has had at least 5 minutes on board and all that’s left is to get out to Fairview Alberta and race the thing around Hay lake for 24 hours …
With only two and a half weeks to go before the big race, Team Frozen Lake Dogs is just about to conduct final testing before shipping the beast westwards. All a bit last minute, but then this was one of the first CMG-sponsored events ever. Strange how nothing changes …
“The end is rapidly approaching.” This is what I heard from some, apparently divinely informed, likely stoned, gentleman (snowboarder?) as he traversed Yonge Street last night. I’m still not sure if he was talking to me about the Numb Bum, or whether he was simply referring to his own fate if he continues to play in traffic, but either way he’s right.