The 6 hour was a great event although it was restricted to those with a registered bike & licence.
So it would be 86 when we got around to making another assault. This time on my KDX 200
We formed a new plan, it was brilliant.
We would ride 1 lap at a time thus saving precious energy by not having to ride for an hour without a break. A definite advantage that was sure to place us well.
Dave gave the bike back to me after one of his laps and yelled go for it.
But I could only go for it for a few yards with the forks twisted the way they were.
I had to stop at a tree to straighten the front end with a nudge. Once going again at speed I was greeted with many different pieces of headlight flapping around in the breeze
Bloody Hammond
Seems he was trying to overtake someone in a whoop section when he cartwheeled it.
I actually went through a few headlights that year.
Got into a tank slapper myself on one lap and ran over my left foot as I fell in a heap.
I fell in such an awkward way that my leg was trapped inbetween the wheel and shock area and with the bike on top of me I couldn’t move. Had to wait for a spectator to come along and lift it off me.
Despite these mishaps we still managed to redeem ourselves from our dismal 82 effort with a top 20 finish.
Our peers would look upon us in a new light.
We would now be considered mediocre.