I went racing. Actual wheel to wheel racing. It was great.
Long writeup.
Picked up Deucekid#3 from school on Friday and headed over to Derek's house to pick up him, the Grom, and an absurd amount of gear. We had enough tools to outfit a shop, brand new EZ up, chairs, two complete sets of riding gear, food and on and on. I NEVER bring this much stuff to car events. Motorcycle guys bring a lot of stuff. Now I know why they like vans. Morning of Saturday found us at Moto Liberty in Dallas. Amazing bike gear shop that specializes in having race suits in stock. They are maybe the only place in the country that has a variety of kids suits to try on. Kid#3 now has a suit, back protector, gloves and amazingly, boots. I'm sure this will lead to more stories.
To the track! First things first was licensing school which Mike and I both needed to take since neither of us had raced before. I was a good half hour of explaining flags and general track procedures. Generally the same as car stuff with a little more emphasis on track in/out and the dangers involved. During that time Derek had the Grom apart to put on a new set of tires we had gotten at the track. Mike has a hitch mounted tire changer. Because why wouldn't you?
We met a super nice guy named Scott right when we got to the track and his first advice was to get a good spot under the shade. We did that, it was great.
Practice was open for two hours and we lapped a lot. Got familiar with the bike and tried to get familiar with the track. It was dominated by left turns which is opposite the track I usually ride. I was also nervous after falling over twice earlier in the week. We were all happy with the bike by the start. Derek said the old rear was properly messed up which is what made the bike handle funny the other day. He might have been blowing smoke just to make me comfortable. Either way, it worked.
Race time! Four hour enduro. 4:00-8:00 pm. We put Derek on the bike for the start because he's the experienced one. Grid is random with the first two rows reserved for the top five points leaders. This lets the fast bikes get away and everyone else has to play with each other to get sorted out. Derek had a good start but ended up behind a young rider for the first lap and watched the rest of the Grom field put distance on him. He got around them and was clearly making small gains on them by about lap 3. Red mist. More gains. Fell over hard on lap six. Oops. He was slow getting up but got the bike up and back to the pits where I straightened the shift lever as Mike suited up. Once we could shift again Mike headed out. At that point we all calmed down and started lapping. Stints were 20-40 minutes long. A tap on the helmet as we went by indicated a desire to change. Mike and Derek were 3-5 seconds a lap faster than me but I was ok with that. I'm still new at this at take a while to get comfortable. There was a five minute red flag for a rider that went down in a bad spot and needed some time to get back up. Topped up fuel. We lapped. I got comfortable getting passed. I passed a few people. At an hour the fast team was pulling away and 2-4 were all within a lap. By the second hour we were up about two. We just lapped. Mike started putting in fast laps in his last stint and made a mistake. The shift lever was nice enough to let us bend it back again I hopped on only to find the fuel light blinking at me 8 laps later. A helmet tap and bringing it in for fuel two laps later where spacedet was a welcome extra set of hands. Derek brought it through the checkers and we were some happy guys.
As the results show above, our consistent lapping got us 2nd out of 4 in class and 10th overall out of 17. We (and especially me) aren't necessarily fast on the bike, but we stuck to the plan and turned laps for the whole 4 hours.
I'm not sure that people are really supposed to be this happy about plastic trophies, but we were. Mike and I had gone from guys who watched racing on TV to guys who suited up and raced. Derek had found two lunatics to come along with him. Riding is fun, but riding with friends is more fun.
Dinner, laughter, and bed. Sprint races the next day.