Just found 2 more great ManxGP / Classic TT pics from Robin Hynes at Northline Photography.
First one is one of my favourites... must have been the Supertwins race...
Formula 1 race...
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Friday, 13 December 2013
ManxGP / Classic TT
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Saturday, 7 December 2013
Monday, 30 September 2013
Classic Duke 888
Alf of Alf's Motorcycles was running a Ducati 888 Corsa at the Classic TT. It was ridden by the able Mick Godfrey. Mick was flying in practice with a lap of 113mph. From Alf's Facebook page:
Unfortunately they had engine troubles. Overheating in practice and then an internal knock at the Jurby Festival (the day before the race) prompted and overnight engine change to a standard SP5 unit. The new engine did 3 laps of the Formula 1 race before a broken wire put an end to the valiant effort. Alf say's they'll be back next year.
Unfortunately they had engine troubles. Overheating in practice and then an internal knock at the Jurby Festival (the day before the race) prompted and overnight engine change to a standard SP5 unit. The new engine did 3 laps of the Formula 1 race before a broken wire put an end to the valiant effort. Alf say's they'll be back next year.
Thursday, 29 August 2013
IOM 2013 - Day 11 - Rest
Tuesday was a day of rest. Spent the morning getting new tyres fitted and trying to find the source of a worrying clunk sound from the rear wheel/suspension of the Chevy. We couldn't find anything... hope she can get us home on Sunday without trouble.
Started prep on the Suzuki SV650 for Friday's race as we only get 1 lap of practice to Wednesday and decided I needed to get out on the Aprilia for that seeing as I've only done 3 laps on it. It was a chilled-out day.
My Brother and teammate Nic left the island to get back to work. Nic came all the way from South Africa to be part of this year's campaign. He was on the ferry over with me and has been brilliant in helping prep the bikes, spinning spanners, loading the machines, off-loading the machines, spending hours in skrootineering queues, helping with practice change-overs, general support, encouragement, company and someone to bounce ideas off.
He's also a first-class cook and whipped up fantastic meals after a long day with the bikes. One and a half weeks on the Isle with bikes, bikes, bikes.
Thanks Nic - you're an absolute Champion! I couldn't have done it without you Chief!
Sadly, my partner Alex also had to leave the island to return to work on Tuesday. Although only here for a few days, Alex has been fantastic in her support while here and from afar for the last week of practice and especially for the last few months. Putting up with my long hours in the garage, frustrations, crankiness (only when hungry...) and general selfishness that racing is. Thank you my Sweetheart. I Love you!
Alex also had some awesome team-wear made up - tee-shirts and hoodies with luscious embroidery. For years I have wanted to have some team-wear made, but went for a set of new race tyres instead and made some amateur iron-on stuff. This is proper factory! Thank you Sweetie-pie!
Started prep on the Suzuki SV650 for Friday's race as we only get 1 lap of practice to Wednesday and decided I needed to get out on the Aprilia for that seeing as I've only done 3 laps on it. It was a chilled-out day.
My Brother and teammate Nic left the island to get back to work. Nic came all the way from South Africa to be part of this year's campaign. He was on the ferry over with me and has been brilliant in helping prep the bikes, spinning spanners, loading the machines, off-loading the machines, spending hours in skrootineering queues, helping with practice change-overs, general support, encouragement, company and someone to bounce ideas off.
He's also a first-class cook and whipped up fantastic meals after a long day with the bikes. One and a half weeks on the Isle with bikes, bikes, bikes.
Thanks Nic - you're an absolute Champion! I couldn't have done it without you Chief!
Nic giving to Duke a toon-up!
Sadly, my partner Alex also had to leave the island to return to work on Tuesday. Although only here for a few days, Alex has been fantastic in her support while here and from afar for the last week of practice and especially for the last few months. Putting up with my long hours in the garage, frustrations, crankiness (only when hungry...) and general selfishness that racing is. Thank you my Sweetheart. I Love you!
My own Brolly-girl!
Alex also had some awesome team-wear made up - tee-shirts and hoodies with luscious embroidery. For years I have wanted to have some team-wear made, but went for a set of new race tyres instead and made some amateur iron-on stuff. This is proper factory! Thank you Sweetie-pie!
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Wednesday, 28 August 2013
IOM 2013 - Day 10 - Classic TT Formula 1 Race
A late post, but I temporarily lost my camera with the pics... got it back now... :-)
Monday was the first race day of the 2013 Isle of Man campaign. The Classic TT Formula 1 race on my Ducati 851 SP3 (1991) that I have spent every last minute (and penny) building and preparing since getting her as a road bike in late April.
There were 64 entrants in total. The top 24 riders are 'GP' riders - professionals and top TT competitors... some of the best real road racers on the planet. A lot of them getting paid to ride and most riding other peoples' very tricked-up (and expensive) bikes. The other 40, like me, are 'Privateers'.
Half of Sunday was spent going over the bike... and going over it again. Everything triple-checked. A mechanical failure wouldn't only mean not finishing the race, it would probably be seriously detrimental to my health. Got to make sure everything is 100%.
Got the bike through skrootineering by 08h30 and with the Classic 350cc race in the morning it was a case of hurry up and wait. With Alex, Nic and Ian as crew, we got everything prepared and set for the race quickly. This left a lot of time to wait around. The hour delay to the race start didn't help either. I don't think I've felt this nervous before a race since my first ManxGP in 2005. I just tried to relax and focus.
Five minutes before the race start, we roll the bikes onto Glencrutchery Road. The atmosphere is electric. Bikes being warmed up, last second checks, nervous twitching and all around "Go for it. See you back in the beer tent."s.
We'd warmed the bike up in Parc Ferme 15 minutes earlier to let it get a good heat soak. I had qualified 32nd and was to set-off around 5 minutes after the No 1 rider on the road (some Michael Dunlop fellow). With the sound of higher qualifiers blasting down Glencrutchery Road, we edge forward. Ten riders in front and I hit the start button. Nothing. I can't hear the engine or fuel pump priming with the roar of engines around me, but I know the bike isn't starting. Shit!
I fiddle with the switches... hit 'Start' again... nothing. Again. Nothing. We're now about 8 riders away from our start. If we don't make it, we have to go to the back of the queue. Crap!
I shout to Nic "Let's bump it!". He can't hear me, so I use sign language. Despite never having tried to bump-start this bike before, I figure it's worth a try. Push! Run, run, run, jump, drop the clutch... braaaaammmmm. She roars into life! I'm only 4 riders away from starting. Shit! That was cutting it a bit fine.
I'm still doing last second checks and clothing adjustment and am a little flustered by the time I roll onto the start line. Starter's hand on my shoulder - I stare down Glencrutchery Road. I don't wait for the starter's shoulder tap... I switch my focus to the little Manx flag that the starter uses as a queue. I see it move and we're off.
First, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth gear flat-out before I hit the jump over the traffic lights at St. Ninians. I'm airborne at over 120mph and land. The bars going squirrely in my hands... not a headshake, but front-end twisting about. We made some suspension changes after the last practice hoping to improve the rear-end. We've now solved the rear-end problems, but created a bigger, more concerning problem in the front. I don't mind the rear squirelling around a bit... but having the front do it around here is definitely not what you want.
Shit! I mutter under my breath. It's gonna be like this for 4 laps... gonna have to live with it and get used to it... fast. I hit the bottom of Bray Hil... and the front waggles around again. Bollocks. It's a bit disconcerting and I'm a bit unsettled from the start-line no-start-up. I'm a bit scrappy going through Union Mills. I just keep it pinned, let the bike move about under me, let the course come to me and try relax into it.
Every corner I'm trying to eek out those extra few tenths of a second. Trying to go faster through sections than I have been before. Pushing the edge of the (my) envelope. I keep chipping away. I have the rider that started 10 seconds in front of me just a few seconds ahead by the time I get to Ballacraine. I push on, trying to gain a few yards on him in every corner. I chip away at the gap. About 10 miles later I make a clean pass on him coming out of Glentramman towards Conker Trees.
The rest of the lap goes well and by the time I'm flying down Bray Hill for the second time, I have got used to the feeling of the front wallowing around. I just hang on... and keep it pinned. The next lap flies by. My screen and visor covered in flies too. On the run down to Brandish I check my gearing: 9900 rpm - perfect!
Down towards Hilberry and I remember that I have to make a pit-stop to refuel and get my visor and screen cleaned. I round Cronk-y-Mona and hope my pit crew have seen to little light above my number on the scoreboard light up. I've caught the next rider as we get to Governor's Dip.
Into the pits. We make a great pit-stop and are all ready to go. The last few litres of fuel gets an airlock and slowly bubbles down. Shit. Ian is topping up. It slowly bubbles down. Ian tops up... the seconds are ticking away. After about what seemed like 15 seconds, I lose my patience and shout: "That's good, let's go!". Fuel-cap back on and she fires up on the button first-time. Phew!
Seconds later and I'm gunning her down Bray Hill for the third time in a hour. I must have passed the other rider during the pit-stop because there is a clear track ahead of me. Nice work pit crew!
I keep her ticking over... doing the same as the last two laps. Getting through corners just a little quicker, arriving at the next one just those few mph faster than I have before. Its all just that little bit faster. Soon, I've got the old girl flat-out down Bray Hill for the last time.
Last lap. I'm thinking that of she has made it this far, she'll go the distance and I wind her up just that little bit more. The last lap is normally the fastest during a race - its the only real flying lap - no standing start or pit-stops.
One of my goals before I got to the Isle of Man this year was to do a 105mph lap on the 22 year old bike. Putting together best sector times from practice, I knew she was capable of this. I was sure I had done or come really close to 105mph in one of the first two laps. But I had to make sure... and the number 107 popped into my mind. I said to the old Ducati "Common girl... just one more... just one more..."
Just that little bit quicker. Hold the throttle open just that little bit longer, get off the brakes just that little bit earlier. Common Paul. Push it. Faster... Faster... Faster.
I was exploring the limits and it felt fast. I got the lines right and was safe... giving myself a lot of margin. Well, at those speeds, the margin for error is still just about nil, but racing motor-bikes is 80% in the head. I was thinking ahead and pushing harder through every corner.
I say that the Ducati didn't miss a beat but downshifting on a corner through Glen Helen, she coughed. My heart jumped and I gave her some soothing words for the next 3 miles... all while wringing her neck!
I hustled her up onto Glencrutchery road for the last time. As in the first lap, catching a slower rider just at Governor's Dip. A second or two lost, but I didn't care... I could push her home from there. I crossed the line in a total time of 1 hour, 25 mins and 26 seconds. We made it!
Racing on the Isle of Man is super-tough on machinery... especially a 22 year old Italian bike. Ducati have a very poor record on the Isle with a finish rate of less than 50%. That's not even counting all the bikes that never made the start line and broke during practice. Going to the Isle of Man to race a Ducati is against the odds. It felt awesome to finish the race. Absolutely awesome!
On the return road to Parc Ferme. She spluttered a lot. I think she's running on fumes and we were a litre or two short of fuel. Lucky! She was an absolute beaut around here. We struggled a bit to get the set-up right... but most competitors with limited budget and no full-time engineers struggle with that around here. Considering this is her first Isle visit and that we kinda started from nowhere... so I'm dead pleased to where we got her in just a few practice sessions. We had a minor oil-weep from the clutch push-rod but other than that she was absolutely perfect.
Our average for the race was 105.9 mph. Fastest lap was the last at 109mph. That is the fastest I have ever lapped the TT Mountain Course! We finished 14th overall with only 29 finishers out for 64 entrants. Best part: 3rd in class (Privateer) and earning a TT Silver Replica for our efforts. Finished just 2 places behind TT legend Nick Jeffries on his Honda. Fantastic result!
Thank you to RedMax Steve Hillary for building such a strong, fast engine. Peter at Oronero for those lovely carbon bits... my brother Nic, girlfriend Alex and friend Ian for your support and help through practice and race day... and all others for your encouragement, help and support. It's been epic!
Still got one practice session on Wednesday and then two races on Friday (gulp!) on slightly more modern machinery. Roll on!
Monday was the first race day of the 2013 Isle of Man campaign. The Classic TT Formula 1 race on my Ducati 851 SP3 (1991) that I have spent every last minute (and penny) building and preparing since getting her as a road bike in late April.
There were 64 entrants in total. The top 24 riders are 'GP' riders - professionals and top TT competitors... some of the best real road racers on the planet. A lot of them getting paid to ride and most riding other peoples' very tricked-up (and expensive) bikes. The other 40, like me, are 'Privateers'.
Half of Sunday was spent going over the bike... and going over it again. Everything triple-checked. A mechanical failure wouldn't only mean not finishing the race, it would probably be seriously detrimental to my health. Got to make sure everything is 100%.
The night before. Check. Whisper. Pat. Think. Check. Caress...
My friend Mark Herbertson in the morning's Classic TT 350cc race on Alan Harmiston's immaculately prepared Matchless. Unfortunately, Mark broke down on the first lap :-(
Pit crew hurrying up and waiting
We'd warmed the bike up in Parc Ferme 15 minutes earlier to let it get a good heat soak. I had qualified 32nd and was to set-off around 5 minutes after the No 1 rider on the road (some Michael Dunlop fellow). With the sound of higher qualifiers blasting down Glencrutchery Road, we edge forward. Ten riders in front and I hit the start button. Nothing. I can't hear the engine or fuel pump priming with the roar of engines around me, but I know the bike isn't starting. Shit!
I fiddle with the switches... hit 'Start' again... nothing. Again. Nothing. We're now about 8 riders away from our start. If we don't make it, we have to go to the back of the queue. Crap!
Oh fuck! She's not starting...
I shout to Nic "Let's bump it!". He can't hear me, so I use sign language. Despite never having tried to bump-start this bike before, I figure it's worth a try. Push! Run, run, run, jump, drop the clutch... braaaaammmmm. She roars into life! I'm only 4 riders away from starting. Shit! That was cutting it a bit fine.
Phew! A bit unsettling.
I'm still doing last second checks and clothing adjustment and am a little flustered by the time I roll onto the start line. Starter's hand on my shoulder - I stare down Glencrutchery Road. I don't wait for the starter's shoulder tap... I switch my focus to the little Manx flag that the starter uses as a queue. I see it move and we're off.
Almost 20 years since the last Ducati 888 raced on the TT Mountain Course
First, second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth gear flat-out before I hit the jump over the traffic lights at St. Ninians. I'm airborne at over 120mph and land. The bars going squirrely in my hands... not a headshake, but front-end twisting about. We made some suspension changes after the last practice hoping to improve the rear-end. We've now solved the rear-end problems, but created a bigger, more concerning problem in the front. I don't mind the rear squirelling around a bit... but having the front do it around here is definitely not what you want.
Shit! I mutter under my breath. It's gonna be like this for 4 laps... gonna have to live with it and get used to it... fast. I hit the bottom of Bray Hil... and the front waggles around again. Bollocks. It's a bit disconcerting and I'm a bit unsettled from the start-line no-start-up. I'm a bit scrappy going through Union Mills. I just keep it pinned, let the bike move about under me, let the course come to me and try relax into it.
My brother Nic has been an absolute champion helping with everything
Every corner I'm trying to eek out those extra few tenths of a second. Trying to go faster through sections than I have been before. Pushing the edge of the (my) envelope. I keep chipping away. I have the rider that started 10 seconds in front of me just a few seconds ahead by the time I get to Ballacraine. I push on, trying to gain a few yards on him in every corner. I chip away at the gap. About 10 miles later I make a clean pass on him coming out of Glentramman towards Conker Trees.
The rest of the lap goes well and by the time I'm flying down Bray Hill for the second time, I have got used to the feeling of the front wallowing around. I just hang on... and keep it pinned. The next lap flies by. My screen and visor covered in flies too. On the run down to Brandish I check my gearing: 9900 rpm - perfect!
Hustling the old girl through the Gosseneck
Down towards Hilberry and I remember that I have to make a pit-stop to refuel and get my visor and screen cleaned. I round Cronk-y-Mona and hope my pit crew have seen to little light above my number on the scoreboard light up. I've caught the next rider as we get to Governor's Dip.
Into the pits. We make a great pit-stop and are all ready to go. The last few litres of fuel gets an airlock and slowly bubbles down. Shit. Ian is topping up. It slowly bubbles down. Ian tops up... the seconds are ticking away. After about what seemed like 15 seconds, I lose my patience and shout: "That's good, let's go!". Fuel-cap back on and she fires up on the button first-time. Phew!
Seconds later and I'm gunning her down Bray Hill for the third time in a hour. I must have passed the other rider during the pit-stop because there is a clear track ahead of me. Nice work pit crew!
I keep her ticking over... doing the same as the last two laps. Getting through corners just a little quicker, arriving at the next one just those few mph faster than I have before. Its all just that little bit faster. Soon, I've got the old girl flat-out down Bray Hill for the last time.
Last lap. I'm thinking that of she has made it this far, she'll go the distance and I wind her up just that little bit more. The last lap is normally the fastest during a race - its the only real flying lap - no standing start or pit-stops.
One of my goals before I got to the Isle of Man this year was to do a 105mph lap on the 22 year old bike. Putting together best sector times from practice, I knew she was capable of this. I was sure I had done or come really close to 105mph in one of the first two laps. But I had to make sure... and the number 107 popped into my mind. I said to the old Ducati "Common girl... just one more... just one more..."
Just that little bit quicker. Hold the throttle open just that little bit longer, get off the brakes just that little bit earlier. Common Paul. Push it. Faster... Faster... Faster.
I was exploring the limits and it felt fast. I got the lines right and was safe... giving myself a lot of margin. Well, at those speeds, the margin for error is still just about nil, but racing motor-bikes is 80% in the head. I was thinking ahead and pushing harder through every corner.
I say that the Ducati didn't miss a beat but downshifting on a corner through Glen Helen, she coughed. My heart jumped and I gave her some soothing words for the next 3 miles... all while wringing her neck!
I hustled her up onto Glencrutchery road for the last time. As in the first lap, catching a slower rider just at Governor's Dip. A second or two lost, but I didn't care... I could push her home from there. I crossed the line in a total time of 1 hour, 25 mins and 26 seconds. We made it!
Racing on the Isle of Man is super-tough on machinery... especially a 22 year old Italian bike. Ducati have a very poor record on the Isle with a finish rate of less than 50%. That's not even counting all the bikes that never made the start line and broke during practice. Going to the Isle of Man to race a Ducati is against the odds. It felt awesome to finish the race. Absolutely awesome!
Somewhere on the last lap, I lost most my knee sliders!
On the return road to Parc Ferme. She spluttered a lot. I think she's running on fumes and we were a litre or two short of fuel. Lucky! She was an absolute beaut around here. We struggled a bit to get the set-up right... but most competitors with limited budget and no full-time engineers struggle with that around here. Considering this is her first Isle visit and that we kinda started from nowhere... so I'm dead pleased to where we got her in just a few practice sessions. We had a minor oil-weep from the clutch push-rod but other than that she was absolutely perfect.
It sure feels good!
After the race, we had a practice session.
I took the little Suzuki out and did two 104mph laps on her :-)
Blistered hands... battered body. 6 laps of the TT Mountain Course. Good training for Friday when I do 8 laps!
TT Silver Replica
Still got one practice session on Wednesday and then two races on Friday (gulp!) on slightly more modern machinery. Roll on!
Sunday, 25 August 2013
IOM 2013 - Day 9 - Classic TT Final Preparations
Sunday is a day of rest on the Isle. Spent the morning preparing the Duke and getting stuff together for Monday's race: the inaugural Classic TT Formula 1 race which starts at 14h00. We have to get to skrootineering between 08h00 and 08h30. The first event of the day is the Classic TT 350cc, followed by a parade lap, then our race. After the race is a 1 lap practice for the Supertwin/Senior bikes. We'll take the Suzuki up and if I'm up for it will do a lap after the Formula 1 race :-)
Spent the afternoon having Sunday roast at the Sulby Glen Hotel (Klaus Klaffenbok and Niel Hodgeson were there too) and then a few hours at the Jurby Festival. Saw loads of bikes and then made the most of the warm sunshine down at Laxey beach. The weather has been awesome today... hope it holds till tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing day.
So far, the Duke has been really good. She hasn't missed a beat and is quite easy to ride. We've been working on the setup during the week and improving her every session. Made some changes that we haven't been able to test (Friday's washout and getting some laps in on other bikes) - but hope they work for the race.
We also shortened the gearing by 1 tooth to get a bit more drive and take her to the 10k limit (currently hitting 9700 on the approach to Brandish).
Qualified 32nd out of around 68 entrants. 13th fastest Privateer with a lap of 102.9mph. With a clear track in the race and a flying lap in there... we can go faster 
Follow the race from 14h00 tomorrow on Classic TT Live Timing. Looking forward to it!
Over the mountain to Ramsay - Scotland on the horizon
Spent the afternoon having Sunday roast at the Sulby Glen Hotel (Klaus Klaffenbok and Niel Hodgeson were there too) and then a few hours at the Jurby Festival. Saw loads of bikes and then made the most of the warm sunshine down at Laxey beach. The weather has been awesome today... hope it holds till tomorrow afternoon. A relaxing day.
So far, the Duke has been really good. She hasn't missed a beat and is quite easy to ride. We've been working on the setup during the week and improving her every session. Made some changes that we haven't been able to test (Friday's washout and getting some laps in on other bikes) - but hope they work for the race.
There are always some special...
...weird...
...and wonderful machines at Jurby.
Does this cool café racer belong to Derek Brindley?
We also shortened the gearing by 1 tooth to get a bit more drive and take her to the 10k limit (currently hitting 9700 on the approach to Brandish).
Follow the race from 14h00 tomorrow on Classic TT Live Timing. Looking forward to it!
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IOM 2013 - Day 8 - One Lap
Saturday saw the first race of the inaugural Classic TT being run - the Classic TT 500cc. Mark Herbertson was out on Alan Harmiston's immaculately prepared G50. Unfortunately Mark broke down on lap two. With bike problems, so far this years event hasn't been great for Mark and Alan... good luck for the 350cc race on Monday!
Between the race, we got the Aprilia up through skrootineering and ready for 1 lap of practice after the 500cc race. My partner Alex arrived on the island on Friday night... great to have her here :-)
The practice lap went ok. We made changes to the bike and have improved things. She turns in and holds a line better, but the compromise is that she shakes her head a lot over fast bumps when on the power and cranked over. Nothing too concerning, but I would prefer more stability. We'll see if we can sort that.
I was held up a few times in traffic. Also got a nice pull along when my mate Mike Moulai flew past me through Bishop's Court. Finished the lap 106.5 mph. Considering traffic and a standing start, it's not bad. But not as fast as I wanted.
Being the last qualifying day, a lot of the lads out there had the bit between their teeth. I didn't improve my fastest time and quite a few of the riders got two laps in. The second lap is a flyer, so you can add 2 mph to your first lap time. As a result, I got moved down the leader-board... in all classes! Disappointed with that.
Here are a few pics from the red-flag waiting on Thursday evening...
Mark and Joanne just before the Classic TT 500cc race
Dominic and Alan with the G50 on Glencrutchery Road
Between the race, we got the Aprilia up through skrootineering and ready for 1 lap of practice after the 500cc race. My partner Alex arrived on the island on Friday night... great to have her here :-)
Alex getting big Betty through skrootineering
The practice lap went ok. We made changes to the bike and have improved things. She turns in and holds a line better, but the compromise is that she shakes her head a lot over fast bumps when on the power and cranked over. Nothing too concerning, but I would prefer more stability. We'll see if we can sort that.
Lots happening behind the grandstand on race day. Agostini and Whitham.
I was held up a few times in traffic. Also got a nice pull along when my mate Mike Moulai flew past me through Bishop's Court. Finished the lap 106.5 mph. Considering traffic and a standing start, it's not bad. But not as fast as I wanted.
Nice looking race Buell on the Ace Café stand
Being the last qualifying day, a lot of the lads out there had the bit between their teeth. I didn't improve my fastest time and quite a few of the riders got two laps in. The second lap is a flyer, so you can add 2 mph to your first lap time. As a result, I got moved down the leader-board... in all classes! Disappointed with that.
Manx crab!
Here are a few pics from the red-flag waiting on Thursday evening...
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Saturday, 24 August 2013
IOM 2013 - Day 7 - Washout
Worked on the bikes all morning... then at 15h00 the rain came down. Bikes ready, we just made a cup of tea and watched the traffic on Bray Hill until it stopped. We used the break in the weather to load the bike and get them up to the paddock... just in case it went ahead.
We got the Duke up through skrootineering no problem - for the first time this year there wasn't queue down to the shower block. As we get the Suzuki wheeled up the hill, the rain starts again. It's then announced that a weather system is moving in and the final qualification practice is cancelled.
A bit disappointed that it wasn't dry - I wanted to go a few mph faster so that I can qualify a little higher up the start order. Also wanted to test a few changes we've made. Oh well... we've had a good run so far - 4 days of dry track on the Isle of Man is good going.
We got the Duke up through skrootineering no problem - for the first time this year there wasn't queue down to the shower block. As we get the Suzuki wheeled up the hill, the rain starts again. It's then announced that a weather system is moving in and the final qualification practice is cancelled.
A bit disappointed that it wasn't dry - I wanted to go a few mph faster so that I can qualify a little higher up the start order. Also wanted to test a few changes we've made. Oh well... we've had a good run so far - 4 days of dry track on the Isle of Man is good going.
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