Does anyone else suffer this? It has to be the number one cloud on the horizon of my vintage motocross golden years... Here I am, almost 50 and with a few nice bikes in the garage to go riding on, and more race meetings than you can poke a stick at. So this should be some sort of nirvana, shouldn't it?
But for all sorts of reasons, I just don't get the time to ride. For a while there I made up for that by getting out on the MTB for a trailride or run over the local X-circuit. Lately though I don't even get to do that. So the upshot is, I'm rusty.
Now, this is not so bad if you're an ex A-grader - if you have talent to burn a bit of rust is easily blown off within a couple of laps. But if like me you have all the riding talent of an Arctic Elephant Seal, well... the rust aint going nowhere. I got to ride maybe a dozen times last year, possibly as much as 5-6 actual hours of riding. Maybe it was a bit more, 10 hours? But what I do know is that every time I went to a race, I spent the first several races just trying to feel comfortable out there with all these other fast nutcases.
This is really bad if the riding in question is in with the local club day riding Over 35s on a 1975 RM125. I won't even go near practice for fear of being landed on, taken out, or just plain roosted into oblivion. Do you have any idea how much slower than a CRF450 a 1975 anything is?
Usually, I don't feel like I am even able to ride until about the last lap of the day. Then it's all over until the next time I get to go out and gumby my way round. The only time it's any better than this is on a HEAVEN race day at the local track, when they have practice on Saturday. Then come Sunday, I am just plain slow. Comfortable, but slow. I need to practice.
But how?
Family, home, work and all sorts of other demands leave me without any decent time to go practicing. As a kid, I rode EVERY weekend. These days, I'm lucky to manage one day a month. And that's not a full day either cos just getting a leave pass for a morning involves a sad, emasculating process of sucking up and downright begging.
I don't see this improving either. At least not any time soon. And that's a shame. Cos I watch the Over 35 and Over 45 class, and while some of them are quick-ish, most are not. And at vintage meets, the average guys slowness is really slow. And yet, I am still last! Surely, just a little practice would see me up in the pack and going home feeling like I've just beat Bubba. Instead, the usual drive home involves lengthy dissections of how poorly my racing went and marvelling at how the heck anyone can actually feel comfortable being more than 18cm off the ground on a dirtbike, much less jump a double...
Don't get me wrong, I have fun. I love this stuff. But it'd be nice to go along and race, feel OK doing it, and leave satisfied with my performance, even if I don't figure in the results.
To give you a sense of what I mean, take the last time I rode a bike. Last November, I think. I borrowed Mr 555 KTM's 250 to race in the Over 35s and Classics at Canberra. He'd loaned that bike out to some kid a few months earlier and the kid had promptly laid waste to everyone in the Classics. The bike was clearly a winner.
So off I went, actually took it out in practice. And I was hooting. Or at least, I was moving and only three people had passed me within the first lap. I started to think I was good. Down a short straight and my practised eye spotted a nice inside line everyone else was ignoring, so over the little kicker jump I dived to the right. And stopped dead. Then toppled over. Under the bike. In about 3 feet of thick, treacle like mud.
So THAT'S why no-one was using the downhill, righthand side of the overwatered track! By the time I struggled clear, practice was over. The day didn't get any better from there either. I won't bore you with the details of how the rest of the racing went, except to say that in my 3rd race I left the canteen ladies worried that their favourite vintage racer (that's Mr Personality Dennis, not me!) was dead. That's because a guy on a 555 white KTM had just been highsided violently when he cross-rutted right in front of them and didn't move at all after he hit the deck. Yep, that was me.
So, the drive home involved lengthy dissections of how poorly my racing went and marvelling at how the heck anyone can actually feel comfortable being more than 18cm off the ground on a dirtbike, much less jump a double...
I need to practice. Or, I need to find some form of racing that is carried out with people who are happy to plod around on an oval grasstrack with plenty of run-off. But of course, we all know that isn't at all satisfying. So, I need to practice.
Which brings us back to my question. How? Or am I doomed to a slow, creaking descent into rusted immobility? Should I give up now, and just take to watching and observing how much better racing was 'back in my day'. And picking on kids for having too many piercings?
I honestly don't know. But what I can say is that after my highside off that rotten KTM, I decided I was retiring. But you know, 4 months off a bike can do strange things to a man. For some reason, I am hanging out to go race. And I really, truly, BELIEVE that I can go fast. So, this weekend, I'm off to practice. Wish me luck...