I just got some hero pics from Erzberg Prologue Day 1:
Day 2:
Showing posts with label prologue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prologue. Show all posts
Wednesday, 16 June 2010
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Erzberg Vids - Helmetcam
Got my helmetcam sorted for Erzberg... and made a vid of my first Prologue run (also recorded the second, but the battery ran flat and I lost the vid - dumb-ass recorder!).
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Sunday, 6 June 2010
Erzberg Prologue - Day 2
Up with the sparrows and to Erzberg for Day 2 of the Prologue - last chance to qualify for the Harescramble. Clear, sunny day. Woke with a cracking headache... feeling tired, shit and forearms/arms and shoulders already stiff and sore.
Started at about 11:00. The course had dried up a bit. Still a few big water holes but I got through them ok. I definitely felt fatser through the first sections. But the long, fast sections were full of holes and rocks. Bumpy as fuck! The bike was bucking a weaving all over the place. I just held on and pretty soon the burning feeling in my forearms came back.
As the pain came... so my speed dropped. Flat-out 6th gear sections became flat-out 5th gear sections. I was just fighting the bars, fighting the pain.
It was great fun, but wasn't enjoying it as much as Friday's Prologue. I think my body was just tired and a bit worn out from not enough sleep, travel and the baptism on Friday. I pushed on but was slow through the turns and not flat-out on the flat-out bits. Braking early or just rolling the throttle to try slow down and give my arms some rest. Not the way to get a good time.
I crossed the finish with no mistakes - I was going too slow to make any!
Another awesomly pretty trail ride back to the paddock... with a few excursions along the way. :-)
I got back to the hill-climb 'Rocket Ride' of Thursday. Pointed the four-fiddy at it and let her rip in second gear. She just climbed all the way up - no problem! Ha! Then the next one... alll the way up! The final hill was barricaded.
On Friday night I chatted with the brits I'm camped next to. He had fiited a cheap 45 Euro Taiwanese tyre with huge, chunky knobs and tried the hill-climb again. He said it was "like cheating". I had one of those Taiwanese wonders on a MX rim in my van and had fitted it Saturday morning. Yes... it was like cheating.
I rode down teh hill-climbs then went for an even bigger hill on the other side of the quarry... the first big climb of the Harscramble. There was a group of about 50 riders just watching and only about 10 attempting this monster. Brimming with confidence I let the old gal rip up that hill. Up, up, up... to the top! It was easier than the hill-climb hills! Forget about F.I.M. approved tyres, cheap Taiwanese tyres are fuckin' A!
I knew I wasn't fast enough to qaualify in the top 500... so I just rode around climbing-hills and doing skids. Until I ran out of juice. Forgot that I'd only put enough in the tank for the Prologue, the return and a bit extra. A fellow Austrian competitor had camped only 100 yards from where I stopped and kindly gave me a liter or so to get back to the van.
A fun day's riding, but a bit disappiointed with my lack-lustre performance. I didn't attack the course enough... my fitness failed me.
:-(
More surface area on the knobs to get traction in the soft sand
Started at about 11:00. The course had dried up a bit. Still a few big water holes but I got through them ok. I definitely felt fatser through the first sections. But the long, fast sections were full of holes and rocks. Bumpy as fuck! The bike was bucking a weaving all over the place. I just held on and pretty soon the burning feeling in my forearms came back.
My Brit neighbors - Shane, Shane's dad, Ian and Chris (who qualified)
As the pain came... so my speed dropped. Flat-out 6th gear sections became flat-out 5th gear sections. I was just fighting the bars, fighting the pain.
It was great fun, but wasn't enjoying it as much as Friday's Prologue. I think my body was just tired and a bit worn out from not enough sleep, travel and the baptism on Friday. I pushed on but was slow through the turns and not flat-out on the flat-out bits. Braking early or just rolling the throttle to try slow down and give my arms some rest. Not the way to get a good time.
Taddy (white cap) in the KTM garage
I crossed the finish with no mistakes - I was going too slow to make any!
Another awesomly pretty trail ride back to the paddock... with a few excursions along the way. :-)
I got back to the hill-climb 'Rocket Ride' of Thursday. Pointed the four-fiddy at it and let her rip in second gear. She just climbed all the way up - no problem! Ha! Then the next one... alll the way up! The final hill was barricaded.
There were quite a few rally bikes competing in the Prologue - mostly old-skool
On Friday night I chatted with the brits I'm camped next to. He had fiited a cheap 45 Euro Taiwanese tyre with huge, chunky knobs and tried the hill-climb again. He said it was "like cheating". I had one of those Taiwanese wonders on a MX rim in my van and had fitted it Saturday morning. Yes... it was like cheating.
The Austrian Hummer club had fun all weekend long with drives out into the mine
I rode down teh hill-climbs then went for an even bigger hill on the other side of the quarry... the first big climb of the Harscramble. There was a group of about 50 riders just watching and only about 10 attempting this monster. Brimming with confidence I let the old gal rip up that hill. Up, up, up... to the top! It was easier than the hill-climb hills! Forget about F.I.M. approved tyres, cheap Taiwanese tyres are fuckin' A!
Bikes hammered along the Prologue course non-stop the whole day
I knew I wasn't fast enough to qaualify in the top 500... so I just rode around climbing-hills and doing skids. Until I ran out of juice. Forgot that I'd only put enough in the tank for the Prologue, the return and a bit extra. A fellow Austrian competitor had camped only 100 yards from where I stopped and kindly gave me a liter or so to get back to the van.
Hot and dry - the Erzberg dust-bowl
The Chevy wasn't too happy about it...
A fun day's riding, but a bit disappiointed with my lack-lustre performance. I didn't attack the course enough... my fitness failed me.
:-(
More Austrian scenery on my commute
Friday, 4 June 2010
Erzberg Prologue - Day 1
It was raining when I got to Erzberg - had been raining all night. Mud and water everywhere.
I put some risers on the bars (thanks Igor) as the replacements for the bars I bent in Scotland didn't have enough rise on them. Checked the gas and gave everything a once over. Good to go!
The Prologue is a 13km time trial up the mine access roads. The fastest 500 qualify for the main event on Sunday, the 4 hour Harescramble - this is my objective. My race number is 320 out of about 1800... and we get to do the prologue roughly by race number. Prologue started at 09h00 with the pros and factory riders (all low numbers) blasting off into the puddles.
The rain had stopped at about 08h00 so it was looking better by the time I was in the gathering area at about 10h00. I only started at 11h00... hurry up and wait. The plan was to make a good clean run. Not push it too much as I'd never seen the course before and had no idea what to expect.
I rode up onto the start platform. 1st gear... wait for the green light and go! Down the ramp and acelerate hard, up through the gears, looking for the first turn. Here? No... further... whooooah. Hold-up there boy! I brake hard, nearly missing the turn and the bike stalls (we're not allowed to run engines in the 1 hour wait for our turn... she was a bit cold). A bit of nerves there... but only a few seconds lost as I fire her up and gas out of the turn.
Fast, wide roads but bumpy as fuck. Sections of cricket-ball sized rocks and some deep pools. I'm slower than I know I should be as I find my feet around the loose, slippery, rocky turns. But pretty soon I get into the flatout-anchors-hairpin bend-flatout nature of the course. It's not all straightforward or well marked.
I get passed early on, but hold onto the passing rider. I always go quicker when chasing... which is not great becasue it means there needs to be someone to chase!
I come around a left hairpin and am a bit eager on the gas in teh wet conditions. The rear comes around and I'm off. Bollocks. 3 riders grouped together pass me as pick the bike up and blast after them. I catch another slower rider. Think I'm at the finish when I not only half way there and slither, slip, slide and fly up the mountain. It's hard work and at speed the bike is bucking and shaking it's head over the rough surface and rocks. I try keep her flat-out. Not so easy!
After about 10 minutes my forearms begin to ache from the extreme workout they're getting. This is where my lack of bike-time tells. 3 minutes later and my forearms are burning. I try relax, but as soon as I do, the bike gets so out of shape and want's to have me off. I have to just grit my teeth and hang on. My speed drops off as I fight the pain. My forearms just aren't working as they should.
Bejeesus my arms hurt! But blasting up the mountain is just oh so much fuckin fun!
I reach the top without seeing any other riders en-route. Geez! That was fun!
I join the group of about 30 other riders, barely have a few minutes to let the pain in my forearms subside and the guides start up thier engines to take us back. I've done hardly any trail riding, but the route around the back of the mountain is just spectacular. I just soak it all in. Mountains, forest, waterfalls... beautiful! I also get to see just how frikking high we are. We've climbed about 700 metres from the start. Were in the clouds!
Awesome!
Don't think my time was that good because by 12h00 the sun was shinning and everything was drying up. The guys starting later in the day will easily be faster. No worries... we have another run tomorrow.
I helmet-cammed my run. I'll get it up on YouTube as soon as I have time to.
I put some risers on the bars (thanks Igor) as the replacements for the bars I bent in Scotland didn't have enough rise on them. Checked the gas and gave everything a once over. Good to go!
The Prologue is a 13km time trial up the mine access roads. The fastest 500 qualify for the main event on Sunday, the 4 hour Harescramble - this is my objective. My race number is 320 out of about 1800... and we get to do the prologue roughly by race number. Prologue started at 09h00 with the pros and factory riders (all low numbers) blasting off into the puddles.
All's quiet early on Prologue Day 1
I rode up onto the start platform. 1st gear... wait for the green light and go! Down the ramp and acelerate hard, up through the gears, looking for the first turn. Here? No... further... whooooah. Hold-up there boy! I brake hard, nearly missing the turn and the bike stalls (we're not allowed to run engines in the 1 hour wait for our turn... she was a bit cold). A bit of nerves there... but only a few seconds lost as I fire her up and gas out of the turn.
There were a few lady riders out there too - 5 or 6 of them beat me!
I get passed early on, but hold onto the passing rider. I always go quicker when chasing... which is not great becasue it means there needs to be someone to chase!
I come around a left hairpin and am a bit eager on the gas in teh wet conditions. The rear comes around and I'm off. Bollocks. 3 riders grouped together pass me as pick the bike up and blast after them. I catch another slower rider. Think I'm at the finish when I not only half way there and slither, slip, slide and fly up the mountain. It's hard work and at speed the bike is bucking and shaking it's head over the rough surface and rocks. I try keep her flat-out. Not so easy!
After about 10 minutes my forearms begin to ache from the extreme workout they're getting. This is where my lack of bike-time tells. 3 minutes later and my forearms are burning. I try relax, but as soon as I do, the bike gets so out of shape and want's to have me off. I have to just grit my teeth and hang on. My speed drops off as I fight the pain. My forearms just aren't working as they should.
Bejeesus my arms hurt! But blasting up the mountain is just oh so much fuckin fun!
A bit of damage from the Rocket Ride the day before
I reach the top without seeing any other riders en-route. Geez! That was fun!
I join the group of about 30 other riders, barely have a few minutes to let the pain in my forearms subside and the guides start up thier engines to take us back. I've done hardly any trail riding, but the route around the back of the mountain is just spectacular. I just soak it all in. Mountains, forest, waterfalls... beautiful! I also get to see just how frikking high we are. We've climbed about 700 metres from the start. Were in the clouds!
Awesome!
Don't think my time was that good because by 12h00 the sun was shinning and everything was drying up. The guys starting later in the day will easily be faster. No worries... we have another run tomorrow.
My daily commute to Erzberg (town of Eisenerz) was pretty
I helmet-cammed my run. I'll get it up on YouTube as soon as I have time to.
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