AFM Round 5 - Leave nothing out there

In-between the rained out round 4 and round 5 I squeezed in a trackday at Thunderhill. It was some much needed time at that track but didn’t really give me much of a feel for the recent engine tuning we’d worked on prior to round 4. It had been a busy period at work (when isn’t it) and I was not very focused on racing until the day before having to pack up and head to the track.

One of the many great things about racing at Sears Point is how close it is to home. Getting up early Friday morning to head to the track isn’t much worse than getting up to go to work on a normal Friday. Once at the track I only partially set up my pit area knowing I’d have to make some adjustments once the AFM took over. Friday practice was a trackday put on by ZoomZoom not an AFM practice day. Recently I’ve been pitting with KC and his BRG trailer on Vendor row which has been a great experience, but we don’t get to fully set everything until all the vendors are in place. As a side note to that I have been working with Dave Wallis of the AFM on laying out the AFM paddocks. I’ve been volunteering my CAD skills to help get the vendor area sorted, and try to add a bit of polish to the look of the AFM. The AFM board is all elected volunteers, and not very many have much experience with events, although they have lots of history with setting up the races. So to them things like doing a floor plan is a big task, but for me it’s a few minutes of the day so I’ve been glad to help out. For whatever reason I have to always stick my nose in it.

My Plan for Friday was to slow things down a bit and try some new approaches to some of my weak spots. By not trying to go fast I could take a different line, or maybe brake later and get used to the new location, or feeling before trying it at full race pace. One area of particular attention was my entrance to Turn 6 “The Carousel” I had a decent line into the turn but I was always applying the brakes too soon, and I knew to get under the 1:50 mark I’d need to start digging deeper and pushing those boundaries a little further. By deliberately coming out of Turn 5 slower I could brake later entering turn 6 and teach myself that it was OK to start braking at the top of the hill, and slowly let off the brakes as I began the downhill left hand turn. I worked on this all day and slowly taught myself how to trail brake deep into the first apex. I wouldn’t really get to test this tactic at full pace until race day but by practicing where I would release the brake lever I was mentally much better prepared for when I would be pushing myself. The other thing I was mentally working on was opening the throttle sooner coming out of corners. Later on the brakes, and earlier getting on the gas is how to go faster around the track. I got 7 practice sessions in and was feeling good about Saturday which is AFM practice and when I would up the pace and start pushing the areas I was working on. I was struggling a little bit getting on the gas. The rear tire just wasn’t hooking up. I thought maybe the rear shock needed some tuning, but a close inspection of my rear tire showed that it was in fact roasted. I’m still trying to understand when these Michelin Power One tires are done. I’ve been changing the rear tire when I thought I needed to, but this tire I wanted to push to the limit. Well I wore the tire down to the point that it started delaminate. That is the outer rubber started separating from the carcass. That would explain the lack of traction, and the occasional slide. There wasn’t any rubber on the tire. Note to self:  When the tire starts to slide replace it. Kate joined me Friday night and we bbq’d some chicken she had prepped. We made fajita burritos, and was some damn good eating for camping bbq.

Saturday morning I put on a new to me front tire. My new track buddy Peter Fry had bought a new slick front tire to test at a trackday he’d done last month but since he runs in the Production classes he isn’t allowed to use the slicks, and gifted the tire to me. My budget was getting mighty thin so I was thankful for such a generous gift especially since my front tire had 10 days on it and was past do for changing. After my lesson with the rear tire I didn’t want to push it too far.  While I had the front wheel off I did a quick inspection of my brake pads. I’d been feeling some brake fade on longer runs and was suspicious the pads were getting thin. The thinner pad allows more heat to transfer into the caliper and heat up the brake fluid which allows the fluid to compress under pressure from the brake lever. I’m talking about compression that is fractions of a millimeter but this compression translates into less feel in the lever, and that feel is crucial to pushing the limits of the front tire while trail braking into a turn. I can’t complain. A set of the very expensive super stopping power Vesrah SRJL pads have lasted me a season and half. I skipped the first session to take the time to make sure everything was cleaned and assembled properly and the brakes were bled thoroughly with brand new super blue brake fluid. Yes even the brake fluid on my bike is blue! 

deburring the brake rotors

intense brake bleeding

                             

             Saturday practiced sucked. I was slotted into group 3 which is frustrating because many riders are on larger displacement bikes which can make a fast laptime only because they can motor away in the straight sections, but the smaller bikes like mine keep our speed up in the corners. I wasn’t able to practice any of the things I had been working on at full pace and wasn’t feeling full of confidence one practice was over.

                I quickly put that all behind me because I had a lot of work to do still for on this Saturday night would be a margarita bash. One of the great perks of having Tommy’s Mexican Restaurant as a sponsor is once a season we host a margarita party on Saturday night. Kate and I had to get the bike tech’d for Sunday’s races, make dinner, and set up for distributing hundreds of cocktails.  The cocktail bash was an absolute blast. It’s a great opportunity to do some local advertizing for the restaurant, the Tommy’s Margarita mix, and meet new people.  Kate took pictures with her new camera and fun was had by many. With much of the paddock well lubricated by delicious margaritas skillfully crafted by yours truly the stage was set for the debauchery to really begin. You see the pit right across from me was the Twisted Racing team and their sponsor Horny Toad BBQ Sauce. They had a very well put together fund raiser. $40 bought you a bbq, dinner and access to a strip show. Yes they had fully enclosed part of their pit area, set up a stripper pole with lasers, and smoke machines, and had a full on strip show. God bless their ingenuity. Why hadn’t anyone thought of that before? The music thumped, lasers flashed, and the men hooted and hollered as the girl worked her pole. The good times lasted until finally Barbara from race direction told everyone they had to wind it down and get to bed. Yes mom, I’ll put my stripper away and go to sleep. There was a great festive atmosphere in the paddock that night something we hadn’t seen at all this year. 

margarita time!

tire guys

               

        Sunday morning dawned clear and warm. It was time to get serious about racing.  Werstatt had sent a new employee to help in the paddock with any set up stuff we needed. Although Kate and I have developed a pretty good routine it’s always nice to have an extra hand around to help when things get hectic. I ran my one practice session and warmed up my bike and body. I don’t like to push really hard in the morning warm up, but I was trying to get into the right mindframe. During the riders meeting Barbara our race director stated that the AFM was a family place and we should all leave our strippers at home. The AFM has been around for over 50 years and I bet no one has ever said that before!

Race 1  (Race 2 on the schedule) Formula IV

   I had gone down to the hot pit to do some practice starts. The engine was feeling great after the new exhaust and tune from KC, and I wanted to see how that would affect the launching of the bike. My normal procedure is to rev the bike up to about 7k rpm were peak torque comes on, and just slightly engage the clutch until a little friction is felt, then when the green flag flys dumps the clutch and twist to full throttle. I tried that in the hot pit and just about flipped myself over. I don’t think I’ve ever pulled such a big wheelie for so long. OK I thought maybe I’d applied too much throttle too quickly so I tried it again with the same result. OK the new tune changed the power delivery and I needed to start in a lower RPM. I dropped down to 6k rpm and tried a couple of practice launches and they felt good.

   I had a great grid spot on the outside of Row 2. When the green flag flew I got a great launch and drove deep into the first row. I was determined not to chicken out as I had so many previous times, and when a challenger came up the inside on my left I kept the throttle pinned and rounded Turn 2 in 5^th place. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it forever but it was great to be so far forward. I stayed with the lead 4 almost the entire first lap, but I couldn’t hold onto  them and started falling back. My race strategy became not to makes mistakes and try to ride as smooth and fast as I could knowing that 5 or 6 guys were right behind me waiting for any opportunity. Something new for this race was Kate working the hot pit wall. Every lap she would come up to the edge and give me hand signals informing me of where my competition was behind me. Pretty much every lap her signals were  ”they’re up your ass”.  Towards the end of the race we started getting into the slower traffic of the dreaded Ninja 250’s. I did not do a good job of managing the traffic. I allowed #555 Scott Reavey  to get past me on the last lap because of yet another poor traffic decision. I had half a lap to get it back. I wasn’t close enough to try in turn 9 so I backed off a little into 9 so I could get a good drive out of 9 and try a braking maneuver into 11, and that worked great. I pulled up alongside Scott on the gas in T10 and I knew I had the line to out brake him. As I got on the brakes I saw the standing yellow flag in the apex of the turn. NOOOOO! Under the AFM rules there is no passing under any flag condition. I had to pull over and let Scott by. I finished a frustrated 7^th. I had made poor choices which allowed me to be put in that place and I should have finished 6^th, if not even 5^th.

Race 2 650 Twins (Race 11 on the schedule)

   The race preceding my second race had been stopped twice do to crashes. Just as they were starting it for the 3^rd time I could see the helicopter landing just across and up the hill from us. That’s a sickening sight. Someone had life threatening injuries and needed to get to the hospital immediately. As I write this I’m on a plane to Hawaii for a much overdo vacation. I could tell seeing that helicopter made Kate a little pensive. Like me she was worried I might get hurt, 2 days before going on our vacation. She watched me watch it, and was also worried I would let it get to me. I watched the helicopter take off hoping it was no one I knew, hoping I wasn’t going home in one either, and then I completely put it out of my mind. I put on my head phones, and practiced my start in my head.

Once again gridded on the second row and another great launch I charged up the hill in 5^th place, but quickly lost a position into T3 to #206 James Strauch. Determined I charged hard out of T5, and got to put into practice the late braking into the Carousel I had been practicing on Friday. Back into 5^th I once again tried to stay with the lead pack, but knew eventually I would lose them. On the following lap while beginning the second apex of the Carousel I had held too tight of a line trying to stay with those guys and found myself too far inside way too far leaned over, and I hit the series of ripples that exist there. My front wheel started to slide out from under me. At that point I was crashing. I could hear something scraping on the ground, but I stayed on the gas and as we crested the next ripple the front wheel came back to me, only to start to slide and scrape again as it fell away on the downside. Still holding the throttle open hoping I didn’t get run over by the bikes I knew were right behind me the front wheel came back to me as we crested the next ripple and again slid, and scraped as it dipped past the crest.  I can’t really explain how I saved that. I was crashing. Maybe a little skill, a little balls, and a whole lot of luck. I kept the throttle pinned expecting someone to pass me going into 7 but there was no one.  I lost a position to a visiting fast guy from another club, and had a hell of a dog fight with # 206 for a couple of laps, but I put a little gap after awhile. I lost another position to an exotic custom Ducati 649 which was damn fast.  I ended the race in 8^th place feeling I had left nothing out there, and had gone as fast as I could. I never gave up even when I was on the verge of crashing.

I posted a best time of 1:49.6 almost a full second faster than my previous best from the last round. I would like to have dipped in the 48’s but I need to do some more work on my riding. The bike is still capable of more than I am. I haven’t found its limit yet. One limit I did find is me. I have been doing OK at getting to the gym, and when I was fighting for 15^th place I think my fitness was good enough. Now that I’m consistently fighting for single digit finishes I’m getting tired, and making mistakes. It takes an amazing amount of physical effort, and mental focus to push a racing motorcycle to its physical limits. I need to step up my training if I’m going to get any faster.

Below is a series of photos from the 650 Twins race taken by amateur photographer Erich. They tell a great story of how my race went. Thanks for the pics Erich!

Thanks to the people that help me go faster.
KC at BRG
Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design

AFM Round 4 - It seemed like a good idea

Round 4 of the 2011 AFM season was going to be tough for me. Once again my bike made it's way to KC at BRG for some more tuning. KC and I had tested a set of Leo Vince headers in an attempt to find some more power, and KC had a plan to build a custom muffler to go on that set of headers and we'd be set. So the bike was yet again in KC's capable hands, and the plan was he'd trailer it up to the track for me. That seemed like a good idea. The problem was I had a work project that same weekend and I couldn't bail out on it. The plan was I'd load up all my race gear into my truck on Satruday, get home from work around 10pm, take a disco nap, and head out to Thunderhill Sunday morning around 4am. That seemed like a good idea too.

Well like the "The best laid schemes of mice and men Go often askew," What seemed like a good idea would quickly turn into the harsh reality of "what was I thinking" First off the weather at the track was looking suspicious and KC didn't want to spend $200 in fuel trailer my bike up there if we were going to get rained out. That left me with the idea that early Friday morning I'd go out to KC's shop, grab said race bike, take it to the job site, and then Saturday morning load it all up as planned. Yes, That's a god idea. Well Thursday night with my grand scheme laid out in front of me I made the decision to call the whole thing off. The work project was the wrap party for Pixar's Cars 2 movie, and we had a very short install time, and a fairly complex show. I've always told myself racing is just a hobby and sometimes life gets in the way. I chose to stay committed to my long time clients at E2k, and ensure that the show was as flawless as could be. In the end we did an amazing show with some pretty damn good lighting. Erin, E2k's choreographer, put together an awesome routine that was martial arts / hip-hop themed, along with some huge washes of red light, and some stark shafts of white cutting through it we had a pretty rad dance number. Unfortunately due to Pixar's strict photo policies (for good reason) I have nothing I can show you, but it did look cool.                  

Oh and the race got rained out. I feel sorry to my racing friends that made the trek only to sit around in the cold and wet. However it means I lost no points and will be starting from the second row at my favorite track next round at Sears Point (Infineon Raceway) Hopefully with my head down some good results will follow.

As a side note I went out to T-hill last weekend for a trackday test session. Several friends from the SFMC   were in attendance and it was a lot of fun. I hadn't been to T-hill since last October when I crashed big time so I was way out of form. It took me half the day to get a feel for the track, and it wasn't until my last session that I started to really feel fast. I can now say for sure if I'd shown up on Sunday morning race weekend and had 1 practice session I would have gotten my ass handed to me. Sometimes the world works in strange ways.

Here are some photos from the trackday.

Tipping it into Turn 11

One of my favorite Turn 14

Need a haircut or more hair?

Showing some speed in Turn 1

Getting low in Turn 2

Cary, Tegan, John, Me, four SFMC

John Sweeney returning to form after a long hiatus from the track

Thanks to the people that help me go faster.
KC at BRG
Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design

Spotlight: Michelin Tires

In the coming months I'm going to be doing some more posts. In an effort to write more often I'll be posting what I'm calling "Sponsor Spotlights" These are going to be stories about the people that are helping me in the passion of motorcycle racing. Sponsors come in many types. Whether they offer financial support, a discount on products and services, or just their time, they are all a huge part of where I am today. These are in no particular order.  Thank you for reading, and if you have any questions about these vendors please feel free to contact them directly, or leave a comment with your contact info and I'll get back to you. -mickey


In 2011 I made the switch from Dunlop tires to Michelin. The main reason for the switch was that long time Dunlop Supplier Sport Tire Services was no long going to be representing brand D. Terry at STS was on of my first sponsors way back in 2005. He agreed to give myself, and then racing partner Eric a deal mostly based on our relationship to fellow SFMC member Jim Hoogerhyde. Terry and Jim went way back. It wasn't a big discount, but it was something. Over the years I got to know Terry, and really liked the guy so really I didn't have any loyalty to Dunlop, I had it to Terry. 

  Back at the start of 2010 Alex Florea of AFMotorsports had tempted me with some Michelin tires. He'd offered me a set to try out. "Just try them, if you don't like them give 'em back" Like the candy man, the first hit is free.I was afraid of giving up practice time to try out new tires so I never took him up on the offer, but it stuck in my mind. I'd known Alex mostly by reputation. He was a passionate member of the AFM community always speaking his mind, and swimming upstream with his ideas, but never afraid to go it alone. I didn't always agree with his views, but I had tremendous respect for someone willing to stand up for what they believed in. So when it was time to shop for new tires Alex was the first person I contacted. I had other options, and I'm sure I could have worked a deal with somebody, but Alex replied to my email almost immediately, and said I could be one of his sponsored riders, and sent me pricing breakdowns. You could say I've been a Michelin man ever since (I'd just better not end up looking like one)

  Since it took me so long to get my act together at the beginning of the 2011 racing season I didn't have any time to test tires prior to the first race weekend. At that time I had made the mental choice to not do anything any different. I'd just go ride, new tire be damned, and see what happened. Well the first weekend came and went without incident, and I discovered something amazing. Alex helped point this out to me. Tires are round and black. Go ride. I don't know why but I had built up in my head that something was going to be really different.

  I've now had lots of laps, a few hard races, and some experience. What I've learned about Michelin tires is that I really like them. It took working with both Dave (of Catalyst Reaction), and Alex to get the tires to wear better. At Buttonwillow I had bad tearing, as well as at the first Sears round. We made some big changes to the bike and that helped get the rear tire in much better shape. I find the that the Michelin's have a more pronounced feel. Not everyone would say that based on how their bike is set up, but to me I can "feel" the Michelin's better. They really talk to me. No not like voices in my head but I can feel in the handle bars what the tire needs. On my bike it comes in chatter and vibration. When I'm asking too much of the tire, whether it be too much lean angle, too fast (rarely), or too much throttle I'll get a vibration. What's great is the vibration will start small, and grow as the problem gets worse. So far I haven't crashed, but I contribute that to me reacting to the communicating the tire is doing. Push the front too hard in the Carousel at Sears Pt? Stand the bike up a little to reduce vibration, or add gas to reduce weight on the front tire. Rear tire starting to vibrate out of 7? Stay on the gas, and increase lean angle. So far it's been a great experience. I'm only just now developing the skill to understand what's happening down there.

After Race 2 at Round 3 my rear tire was starting to tear again. That's not a bad thing. I have a new motor that is making more power, and I' m pushing harder trying to find more speed. Tearing the tire is a sign that we're moving in the right direction: Faster. Now I need to work more with Dave and team to get the tearing to stop again. Find a setup that works, go faster, then the setup doesn't work anymore.



Thanks to the people that help me go faster.
KC at BRG
Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design

Humbling - AFM round 3

Last weekend May 6-8 was the 3rd meeting of the 2011 racing season.
The race weekend started early with me dropping off my bike with  KC at BRG for the new motor to be broken in and tuned. We had finally finished the getting everything swapped over, and the new motor was ready for it's time on the dyno. I picked the bike up on Thursday before the race weekend. It had been thoroughly thrashed and finely tuned so there would be no problems once at the track. I had not been sleeping well this week. Something about the new motor and the expectations I had put on myself left me nervous, and I would wake up about 4am every morning unable to fall back asleep.

I showed up Friday to Sears Point for the Kiegwin's track day around 7am, and found my spot. I had helped Dave Wallis with the paddock layout map so I was very familiar with where all the vendors would be set up for the weekend. This round I would be pitting with KC, and his BRG trailer, both as part of the sponsorship, and to help with any issues that should arise from the new engine. My Friday practice was pretty uneventful. I took it really easy the first few sessions trying to get a feel for the new motor. It was a great feeling. The engine had a great harsh growl to it. KC had worked some magic on the stock motor and the compression was definitely up, and not only could you hear it, you could feel it when you stood behind the bike. The exhaust exiting the shorty muffler with a much higher velocity, and feeling like someone was slapping you in the face. Oh vroooom... Out on track the bike pulled hard out of the corners from 6000 rpm to 10k rpm, then it flattened it, and it was time to shift gears. It was faster for sure. I spent much of Friday trying to get my head around the new found speed. I was still trying to work on getting on the gas sooner coming out of the corners, and with the faster motor I was getting to the next corner more quickly. Now I had to figure out how to get into the corner with the same speed I had last month, but that's not such an easy thing. Friday night KC brought the trailer that is both hauler, home, and work shop when at the track. Kate came up and we got our little camp resettled, and we had a cold windy (again) dinner.


Saturday we only get 4 practice sessions, and I needed to pick up the pace. Again I tried being smooth getting off the brakes, and getting on the gas. There was a ton of traffic and I don't think I ever got a clean lap. I was lapping in the '52's which I thought was decent considering the slower riders I had to fight my way around. Mid day Jennifer from Werkstatt came by with some flyers she had made up to try and get some new customers into the shop. I was a little surprised to see that I was prominently featured on the cover of the flyer.

Advertising 

 


Back on track I was having a little issue when cracking the throttle open. The engine hesitated just a tiny bit, and bogged a little. KC plugged in his laptop to my bike, and made a change to the fuel map.

KC explaining what he's doing

He tried leaning out the fuel mixture a little in the lower RPM to see if that helped. I went out for some more laps to confirm it did not help. We plugged the laptop in and made some more changes which made the problem worse. More laptop and we went back to where we started.I spent a few moments trying to relax and clear my head then went out on track and did some warm up laps with the afternoon races. That little bit of focus really made a difference. I swear that one flying warm up lap was my fastest lap of the 2 days.

Me not buying it

Saturday night we hung out with some friends in the pits after we made our dinner, but it was just too windy and cold and we ended up hiding out in KC's trailer before heading to bed.

Iron Clad Balls

When we had a break at lunch Kate and I took the opportunity to share a joke we'd been working on for some time. Maybe some of my long term readers with remember the post Testicular Fortitude. Our Ducati racing friend Scott Miles had taught us that phrase, and for awhile Kate has been scheming a way to put it to good use. Well we decided that what we needed was some bottle TF. With the help of Kate's brother Mark, we came up with this.  Because what every racer needs is more balls.

More Balls required

I rode like ass in the Sunday morning warm up sessions. I knew I would need to find a mental breakthrough if I was going to stand a chance in the first race which was by the way the first race of the day so I didn't have much time.

Race 1 Forumla IV
I did a few practice starts in the hot pits to try to get a feel for the way the new motor would react. I lined up on the grid, made a plan, and focused on being ready. When the flag flew I got a great launch, but I totally chickened out after that. The buildup to the race weekend all caught up to me at that moment. Too much stress, not enough rest, and too much time in my own head left me lacking confidence and it showed going up the hill into turn 2. Whenever someone would show me a wheel I'd let them through. By the time we went through turn 5 I was probably in 12th, and had a 10-15  bike gap to the pack in front. I told myself not to worry, don't panic and do anything stupid. I had 8 laps to get it together, and they'd come back to me. That moment showed some real maturity. I guess after 8 years you do learn some things. As we got into the braking zone for turn 7 I made up half the distance, another half of that braking into 9, and right on their tails braking into 11. However the real excitement wouldn't come for another half of a lap. For whatever reason the AFM started the 250 Superbike class in front of us again. 250SB is mostly made up of 250cc Ninjas which are about 1/3 as fast as our bikes, and it took us  1 1/2 laps to catch them. The next 6 laps would be a game of traffic. Going into turn 10 I made a mistake judging where to pass one of the slower bikes, and I got hung up, and 3-4 bikes got by me. I shook my head and vowed that wouldn't happen again. In fact I told myself that as I chased down the bikes in front of me, if they passed a lapper I would too.  No matter how late I had to brake, no matter what line I had to take, I wasn't going to let them get away. I don't think I knocked anybody into the dirt but I know I made some scary close and tight passes while trying to keep my adversaries in site. My buddy Robin had made a great pass on me coming down the hill out of 8a, and I returned the favor going into T1. I honestly didn't mean to pass him there, but he got hung up by a slower rider so I forced the issue, and cut under both of them. It was frantic and scary diving bombing the Ninjette's. I really hope the AFM figures something out and puts the little bikes either in their own race or at least behind us. I ended up finishing 9th which was no where near where I wanted to be, but considering the carnage on track I was happy to finish at all.

In between races I tried to chill out and turn my focus inward. I needed to find some more confidence. I really needed to stop over thinking everything, and just ride. I put my head phones in and listened to some chill music transporting my mind away from racing motorcycles. At one point I looked up and saw KC's apprentice Billy cleaning the bugs off my bike. For some reason I couldn't look at him.

Race 2 650 Twins 
I was much more focused and looser this time around. When the green flag flew I got a good launch, and didn't chicken out, as much. I went through T2 in roughly 8th place. I tried to stay with the front group, but I just didn't have the pace. I put my head down, and tried to run clean laps and not make a bunch of mistakes.
At some point T2 had a debris flag flying, and I didn't see any debris so I stayed on my normal line, and when I gassed out of the turn my rear wheel started to come around. I don't know if there was something on the track or not, or if the terrible wind had caught me out, but I was definitely crashing,. Luckily I was falling to the right, and I pushed hard on my right knee and started to stand the bike up while staying on the gas. The rear wheel dug in, and we were off. Woo-Hoo. That was fun. On the last lap I was getting tired, and while trying to hold a tight defensive line through T4 I got on the gas too early and had a big slide which slowed me way down. I thought I was safe but going through T5 Scott Reavy #555 came through, and then nearly crashed trying to get slowed down into the T6 Carousel. I probably could have come back under him, and if we were fighting for a podium spot i would have, but I couldn't say for sure Scott knew  I was there and didn't want to end the weekend in the crash truck so I let him have it. I figured I'd take a shot at him either in T7 or T9 on the brakes but I wasn't close enough any of those times.

I ran a best time in the last race of 1:50.4. Tying my best time from last month. It seems like kind of a disappointment, but truth is with the wind being so bad I couldn't even shift into 6th gear going down the back straight I had to figure I would have done 49's easy. Some things were learned, and the bike will go back to BRG for some more tuning to try to get it to rev all the way to 11k rpm, and maybe pick up a couple more HP.

Why do I title this post Humbling? Because I felt so humbled to be so well taken care of. Whether it's Kate feeding me, taking the tire warmers off, of prepping the bed at night, or Jennifer making flyers for her shop with me on the cover, or KC tuning my bike at the track or his apprentice cleaning my bike up. There are so many people that have reached out to me this season and are helping in so many ways. Sponsors, friends, everyone. There have been so many people that I feel very humbled to be so well taken care of. Now lets pick up the pace a little and deserve some of that care.

Here's a few more pics from the weekend.

Gerry Piazza stops by

Explaining

Ugly Doll keeps an eye out

Frozen Ducky

Shiny Balls

WTF?

Leading the back pack

Thanks to the people that help me go faster.
KC at BRG
Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design

AFM Round 2 at Sears Pt - A Ding Dong Battle!

When I first started watching racing back in the late 90's the very colorful announcers would refer when two riders were swapping positions back and forth as a "ding-dong battle" It made me laugh, and stuck in my head. This past Sunday it was very much a din-dong battle.

Before we get into the heat of the racing action let's take a look at what brought us to this weekend. I had every intention of  having a fresh hot rod engine in my bike for this round, but the best laid plans of mice and men did not allow that to come to fruition. It's my fault. I was supposed to pull the Web cams out of my current engine, and get them to KC at BRG, and I didn't do it with enough time to finish. I didn't want him to take any chances while trying to rush so instead we ran our same tired old engine, minus our high performance cam-shafts. So not only did we not have a new engine, we had a slower version to boot!

On Friday we practiced with Pacific Track Time, and got 7 sessions of much needed practice. My suspension tuner Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction was there but wasn't allowed to work. The politics of track days are getting stupid. Come on people it's the Friday before a race weekend at least let Dave work with his sponsored riders. So Dave wasn't allowed to touch the bike, but by communicating through the old school format of talking I began making adjustments. As I said last month I'm using Michelin tires now, and the rear tire was tearing up badly. I'm using the C compound which is the hardest and should last me 2-3 days of track abuse, and I barely got a single day of my first tire at Buttonwillow. I ran a couple of sessions in the morning to get my head cleared, and then started in on Dave. We tried more spring pre-load, less spring pre-load, but the tire was still overheating. Dave then suggested we need to get some weight off of the rear of the bike. At his suggestion we added 2 full turns of ride height. Non-motorcycle folks, that's a lot. I ran a couple of sessions, and the tire started cleaning up. We continued to add ride height 1/3 turn at a time until we felt like the tire stopped overheating. Interestingly once it did stop overheating it began to tear up in another way. We both agreed it was a rebound tear, and made the choice to slow down the rebound by adding some clicks on the adjuster.  As Friday's track time came to an end the paddock livened up as more racers began pulling in to set up. Since most AFM racers are bay area based the Sears round usually has more participants, and none more than the first round. It was Friday night and the circus had definitely come to town. I tell you this circus might have 3 rings, but all the acts are filled with clowns. Friday night Kate drove up straight from work, and we settled in for a cold windy dinner before climbing into the back of the truck for a much needed rest.
 
We awoke Saturday morning to the bayying of sheep on the hillside, and generators starting up. There are few better places to wake up than at the race track. With the roust-abouts having set up all the tents the paddock was much more full than the previous track day. There are only 4 sessions of practice on Saturday and I needed to make the most of every lap. The tearing was better but could be improved. Sears Pt has some hard braking zones so front end feel is crucial, and  I was having a hard time getting the bike to turn in while trail braking so more work needed to be done. The morning session is almost a throw one because the track is a little damp from the overnight dew, and the sun hasn't warmed up the asphalt. The best thing to do in the morning is get some heat in the suspension, the bike, and yourself, and not try to win practice. I was feeling good about the track, even with all the traffic I had to fight my way through, but I was still struggling to get the bike turned in Turns 7, 9, 11 which are all the hard braking zones. We started by adding some front preload which also helped keep the forks from bottoming out on heaving braking. Still trying to clean up the rear tire we took some high speed compression out which also seemed to help. One little adjustment at a time all trying to make the bike more comfortable, more stable, more precise, and not wear out the tires. After the last session we made some more small changes, and called it a day. Kate and I watched some of the novice races, drank some beer, and caused general mayhem around the paddock. OK maybe Kate didn't cause any mayhem. That was probably me and my buddy Robin. Well fed, well beered we went to sleep early to try and rest up for the following day.

Sunday morning, and I put on a fresh tire I went out for my 1 and only practice session. I tried to push as hard as I could to test the few changes we made after our last session on Saturday afternoon. It felt like the bike had a chatter transitioning from 3 to 3a, and I thought maybe we had overdone the front pre-load so after the session was over Dave took 3/4 of turn out. A tiny adjustment but we're getting there. The rear tire looked great, but after one cool morning session it's hard to say for sure.

Race 1 Open Twins. I decided to run OT because I wanted a race before the lunch break as my main races were after lunch. OT is mainly for the big bikes but it's fun to go chasing motorcycles that make much more horsepower. At the start of the race I got a good launch and stayed with the main pack until we came out of the carousel, and that was pretty much it. They were gone. I ran around by myself for a while trying as hard as I could. That is exactly what the problem was. When you "try" hard is when you really start making mistakes. The harder you try usually the slower you go. I had counted all the 650's in the grid, and the really fast guys were gone so I decided to stop trying so hard, relax, focus on hitting my marks and make the most of the race by being smooth and improving my laptimes. Then Fredrik went by me. "Where the hell did he come from" I screamed in my helmet. When I looked around on the grid I didn't not see Fredrik, another 650 racer. Now it was game on. Fredrik, myself, and Bill Brown riding a Ducatti 749 had a 3 way battle for 2 laps. Fredrik and myself would make brave passes on the brakes, or through creative lines and Bill would motor us on the straightaway.  It was excellent racing. Fredrik and I kept trying to find ways to put Bill in the middle in hopes of screwing up the other guy. Poor Bill got to be a rolling chicane. It was damn fun, even though Fredrik motored by me on the straight to take the position it was great. I'm really glad I did that race. I made some bad mistakes and really needed to get my head out of my ass for the afternoon.

Race 2 650 Twins My case of cerebral rectum-itis cured I got a great start made a few passes (mostly on Robin hehe) and rolled around by myself for 7 laps. It wasn't a boring race though. I kept it interesting by losing focus, running wide, overbraking and generally  trying to take myself out. I got tired, had no one to chase, and lost focus. All bad things. The worst part of the race was that Robin crashed out at the bottom of the Carousel, and luckily wasn't hurt. My next race started in about 30 minutes, and I needed to get some energy in my body quickly. When your body needs a short burst of energy what's the best thing for it? Sugar. I began scouring the paddock for a can of Redbull. I'm not a big fan of energy drinks because I think they are overloaded with sugar and caffeine that we just don't need in our daily lives. But if there was ever a time I needed some wings this was it. Again fortune smiled on my as Scott Reavey another 650 racer pitted right next to me had one to spare.

Race 3 Formula IV. Another great start. I was focused, determined, and wired. I quickly made my way through the people I knew I could pass, and lost touch with the people I wish I could race with. That left me and Evan #898. We spent 6 laps fighting each other tooth and nail. Inside pass, outside pass, on the brakes, on the gas even as we got into the back markers of the wave that started behind us we kept at it. Once again I felt bad for the poor guys and girls riding the 250 ninjas. There was no way I was letting Evan get away so if he passed a back marker so did I, and a couple of times I came so close to one of those little green bikes I thought I heard them scream as I went by. I talked to some other racers who were behind us, and they thought for sure Evan, and I were going to take each other out, but I never felt I was out of control. On the edge pushing the limit, yes, but not out of control. In the end Evan got a better drive out of 11 and beat me, but not without me giving it everything I had. It was a ding-dong battle from flag to flag.

I ended the weekend with a 7th in 650 Twins, an 8th in Formula IV, my best finishes ever, and a personal best lap record of 1:50.4. The rear tire is almost perfectly smooth even after 3 hard races. Next month we'll have the new engine sharply tuned by KC at BRG Let's see if 1:49 or better is possible.

New banner for long time sponsor 

I don't know what I just said to Scott to cause this face palm

Always better to be the sittor rather than the sittee

Thanks to the people that help me go faster.

Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design

AFM Round 1 2011

What a crazy build up to round 1. It all started way back in October when I crashed and did some serious damage to my race bike. In December I came across a good deal on a theft recovery Kawasaki EX650. I decided to buy it with the idea of turning it into a production race bike. Lots of people had suggested I should race production, instead of the Formula classes. For my non racing readers the Formula classes allow unlimited modifications to the motorcycle as long as it stays in it's displacement category which for me is 650cc, while the Production classes severely limit modifications to make it cheaper racing. The idea being that it's a more even playing field. Since I've never been able to afford a rocket ship engine it made sense. So I pushed this bike around my garage for a couple of months before I came to the conclusion that I didn't want to race production. Even though it made sense, and really would be in my best interest I just didn't want to race such a limpy wimpy bike. I like fiddling with my bike. I like looking for ways to make it better. I like being a bit of a David up against a field of Goliaths. So with about 30 days before the first round I made the decision to fix up the old crashed race bike, and get thee to Buttonwillow. First the bike went to Gerry Piazza to straighten out whatever had been bent, and the list was not short. Both inner and outer fork tubes on both forks were bent, as well as both wheels, the upper and lower triple clamps, and the front axle. When it was done I picked the bike up and took it to KC at BRG to have a new sub-frame made, mine looking like a crushed aluminum can. Once I got the bike home off came the forks and shock to get refreshed by my long time sponsors Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction. When I had the bike reassembled I began the dance of fitting the new freshly painted bodywork (Thanks to all the contributed). I have to say if anyone is considering getting into racing I highly recommend buying a used prepped race bike, and not building one from scratch just to avoid the lengthy and annoying process of trying to fit race bodywork. Getting all the last minute parts ordered and delivered to me in time goes to the credit of Gina at Werkstatt, who fit my urgent parts requests into her busy schedule, including adding new dealerships just so I could get a special part I wanted. As a typical racer I put the finishing touches on the bike the afternoon it was to be loaded onto the truck. When my trusty racing partner Kate got home from work off we went to the fabulous resort of Buttonwillow Raceway Park.

Here's a pic of the new sub-frame all mounted up, and waiting for the bodywork

Here's the bike all freshly painted, and ready to race

Friday morning was busier than normal. I needed fresh tires as I was switching tire vendors this year. That's a big change for me as I have been riding on Dunlops for 6 seasons. Alex Florea representing Michelin had courted me last year, but I was nervous about switching and Terry from Sport Tire had always given me a deal and taken care of me, but when things changed at Dunlop and Terry wouldn't be doing tires anymore it was time to give Michelin a try. Tires fitted, warmers on, and suited up it was time to hit the track for the first time in 6 months. I spent the first couple of sessions trying to recover from Cerebral Rectumitis, otherwise known as getting my head out of my ass. I was trying to remember which way the track went, what gear to be in, even how to sit on the damn bike. In the afternoon I finally started to get my rhythm back and feel like I knew what I was doing. I was still desperately slow, but at least I knew where to go, and what I wanted to do. Friday night kinda sucked. Usually the race paddock is a vibrant place filled with colorful characters eating, drinking, and making merry, but on this Friday the place was eerily silent as a storm was approaching. Many, like myself, had packed up their pit spaces tight and found shelter in motor homes, backs of pick up trucks, or hotels. Kate and I spent a lovely evening with my parents who had brought their camping trailer. It was nice and warm, and cozy in there.

Saturday morning we arose to a cool overcast day. The weather forecast was not good, and I wanted to get as much track time as possible in case of the eventual cancellation. After a few more sessions I was starting to feel like a racer again. At lunch Barbara, the race director, made the announcement that we would  be running select races on Saturday afternoon because the weather forecast for Sunday was so bleak. This was unusual and a bold move something different for the AFM. I would get both of my races on Saturday. This news energized the paddock like nothing else. Where there was before a sort of lull that went along with the cool overcast sky was now replaced with the frantic race preparations as people had to quickly decided what their afternoon strategy would be. This news caught many off guard. Tires had to be swapped, fuel tanks filled, and so on. I was very glad to have made the choice to practice on Saturday as some had not, and would no be racing with only the warm up lap to get their heads around racing.

Race 1 650 Twins. I was gridded in an excellent position on the 2nd row, and I had a good plan on where I wanted to put my bike when the flag flew. I executed that plan flawlessly driving even with the front runners as we left the line. Then my plan failed. Racing is about pushing the limit. It's about finding your comfort zone, and going past it. That's why we race. As we got close to turn 1 I grabbed the brakes at the point I felt comfortable, and about 8 guys went past me. That's what 6 months off the bike does. Cursing at myself I knew I had my work cut out for me if I was going to have at least a respectable finish. I knew I would be strong on the back section so I allowed myself to just relax knowing they would come back to me. Over a couple of laps I made some passes on the outside of Riverside trying to be brave on the throttle, setting up for an inside pass on the brakes into Lost Hills. I think I was running as high as 8th when I tried a pass in Sunset. I had the pass, but the rider took either a brave, or stupid move and completely sawed off my front wheel forcing me to tighten up my line, and stand the bike up. I hit the dip on the inside of the corner and that bounced me off track. Next time I'm going to hold my line, and bounce him off track, but again lacking seat time there was no confidence for a move like that. Out into the dirt I went, but unlike normal Buttonwillow the dirt was nice and firm, and I easily got the bike under control, turned and while still in the dirt back on the gas. I took a long look over my left shoulder and merged back on the track determined to make up a place or two. I managed to make up 1 spot and finish a disappointing although fun and exciting 10th.

FIV I was gridded a little further back, and when I entered T1 there was a waving yellow flag so I slowed up a little and several riders went past. Naughty Naughty riders, no passing under any flag conditions. I made note of the riders with the intention of protesting them at the end of the race, but it didn't matter because as we rounded Riverside #211 Everett "Ducky Fresh" lost the front end in a dramatic fashion crashing big time bike tumbling through the air. I was 2 bikes back, with Dave Sapsis in front of me. Dave stood his bike up and ran wide trying to miss Ducky. I think if Dave had held his line like I did he might have not gotten caught up in Ducky's crash. As we came around the final corner the black flag came out, and we all pulled off track. When the race restarted I was determined not to blow the start again, and I managed to suck a little less, but still far from spectacular. This race was a lot less fun. The 250 super bike race which is made up of little 250cc ninja 250's started in front of us, and it took us all of the first lap to get into them. So my race became a game of who was willing to take the biggest chance, and stuff the most Ninjette's at a time. At first I was bound and determined to stay with my competitors using the little 250's as rolling berms. I can tell you some of those guys and girls could smell my BO I passed them so close. I lost a couple of spots because I just wasn't willing to torpedo someone. At one point I had a great battle with Evan #898 with him coming out on top. This Time.

We packed up said out goodbyes on Saturday night, and began the long wet drive back to SF. It was great to be back on the race track. 6 months is too long to stay away from some of the weirdest, and greatest people on the planet. Motorcycle Racers.


Thanks to the people that help me go faster.

Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Michelin and Alex of AFMotorsports
Julio from Tommy's
Paul Fine of Fine Design


Beware. Ugly dolls are wathcing

Back on track

It's been a long time since I've written anything. I sort of lost the momentum. I was doing so good writing about racing, and life, but as life does sometimes get in the way I stopped. At the last race meeting back in October I had a big crash that pretty much destroyed my bike, and then I got really busy with work, but I'm back now. I'm ready to get back into the racing game. The season starts in just 30 days, and I've got a lot to do.



My bike was damaged badly, and is in the process of being put back together, and you can help.
I'm going to put my social media to use and try to raise a little money to help get me back out there.











I'm reaching out to my blog readers, and friends on Facebook to help me buy new bodywork for my race bike. A new sets is about $500. This is just a piece of what I need to get the bike back on the road, but an important one. Any amount will help. $1, $5, or $10. When you click the "ChipIn" link you'll be redirected to PayPal where you can make your contribution. Thanks for taking the time to read this whether you can contribute or not.
-Mickey

AFM Round 5 - Participant or Competitor

Another race weekend come and gone. I spent a lot of time working on the bike the couple of days prior to packing up for the weekend. Last month I had issues with over heating, or at least the radiator pushing water into the overflow bottle. So I took the bike up to KC @ BRG Racing. KC did the subframe, and rearsets as well as tune the fuel injection last year. I wanted him to test if we had blown a head gasket which could pressurize the cooling system hence cause the overflow issues. It was determined that everything was OK, but the valves were out of adjustment. So after adjusting the valves the bike was run on the dynomometer to see if it was running lean, or having too much air and not enough fuel, which could also cause the bike to run hot. The results where everything looked OK, except we are now making less torque in the middle of the rev range than we did a year ago. What does that mean? The engine is tired. On it's 5th racing season the motor is due for a vacation. Once I got the bike home I installed my new Motion Pro Revolver throttle,, which allows adjustable throttle openings. The main goal is to be able to open the throttle to full with less rotational movement. This addresses one of the issues I've been having which is not opening the throttle fully, and not opening the throttle soon enough all with the intention of exiting corners faster. It took some finessing but the installation went well. I got the truck all packed up, groceries bought, and Kate came over around 6pm, and off we went.
  When we got to the track around 9:30pm it was still in the 80's. ouch! It was going to be a burner this weekend. We quickly got everything set up, had a beer, and went to sleep. It had been a restful week with no major work projects, and I wanted to get at least 5 hours of sleep before the weekend really got going.
  Attempting to address another issue from the previous month first thing in the morning was a trip to Dave Moss. The main suspension issue has been adding gas while exiting corners that have bumps. The problem being that as I travel over the bumps the rear shock is reaching the end of it's travel, and when I add gas there's nothing left to absorb the new energy, and the rear tire starts to chatter, and eventually slide. We sat in the morning sun poking at it, pushing on it, and came to the conclusion that the shock was not in fact reaching the end of it's travel, but instead was not using all the travel. That means there is too much tension on the rear spring. So more poking, bouncing, measuring, and we backed off 2 full turns of preload.
  Saturday practice went well. I needed to get my head into race mode right away. With only 4 practice sessions on Saturday I couldn't waste any time. The first session saw me into the 2:05's. Good. Last time here my best time on Saturday was a 2:05. Back to Dave for some little adjustments. Next session we're into the 4's. Good a couple more little tweaks, and we go out and do more 4's but there's more traffic, and getting a clean lap is hard. A couple more little adjustments and in the last session we break into the 3's. Good my best lap from the races last month was in the 3's so the pace is good, I'm  getting the throttle open sooner, and getting it all the way to full. The big  change in the rear pre-load is allowing me to get on the gas sooner, and it's showing in the lap times. I have to admit that as much as the physical adjustments we're making to the bike help the mental adjustments might be a bigger help. Getting good sleep in the week prior, as well as getting a decent amount of sleep the night before, and a little nap at lunch allowed me to have much more mental presence. It's hard to push past your limits when your tired. I also was very focused on hydration. The ambient air temperature was over 100. The track temp was 144. In order to stay hydrated, and be able to focus I had to drink about a liter of fluid every hour. I use a mixture of mostly water, Gatorade, and a dash of Redbull which makes for a nasty, but a functional cocktail.
  Saturday night we had a nice BBQ and spent lot's of time cruising around the pits, and hanging out with our extended AFM family. Dave Sapsis always brings delicious home brewed beer, and this time there was chocolate cake! There's always the Twinworks crew to visit, as well as the Feel Like a Pro group. There are many friends to try to catch up with, and see how their day was going. Who was feeling fast, who was feeling slow, who had fallen, and would they make Sunday's races. I limited my beer intake as again I didn't want to dehydrate myself. I slept solidly that night, and was well refreshed for Sunday.
  Sunday morning had the warm up practice session, and I was into the 4's which is good for a traffic filled morning session.
  Race 1 was 650 Twins. I was gridded on the inside of the 3rd row all the way to the left which is a terrible grid spot. I had done a few practice starts to get used to the new throttle, and when the green flag flew I blew the start badly. I was so focused on the new throttle I didn't let the clutch out enough and pulled a wheelie, and had to chop the throttle to get the front wheel down. Damn. Composure regained I got on the gas and as I started to accelerate away I had to make a quick maneuver to not run into pole sitter Dan Sewell. I could see his shifter dangling off his bike, bummer for him he was having a rough weekend. So I went into T1 in something like 20th place. Not the start I was looking for, but I was determined to fight to the last lap. On the gas had out of 1 I charged around the outside of T2 as everyone bunched up fighting to get to the inside. Accelerating hard out of 2 I crossed the track to take an outside line around T3 again while everyone bunched up fighting for the inside line, exiting T3 I again crossed the track for yet another outside entry into T4 and up the little hill into T5. I decided to stop pushing my luck and didn't take the inside pass into T5. A mistake there with everyone bunched up usually means a pile of bikes. The pack settles in after 5 and starts to single file through 6, and 7. My pit buddy Robin is just in front of me, and my arch nemesis John Forman in front of him. I'm thinking I'll get a run on them into 8, and make a pass up the hill on the brakes into 9, but John slows a little more for 8 than expected, and Robin goes for an outside pass, and I wasn't going to be left behind so I go for the inside pass. I don't think John was too happy to get sandwiched passed on the fastest part of the track! I know I'm not going to get any passes done in between 10-13. That is my weakest part of the track so I give Robin a little room so I can get a good run out of 13 and down the back straight where one of my strongest places is on the brakes into 14. I'm gaining on him as we go under the bridge and I say to myself I'm not even touching the brakes until I'm past him. Hard on the brakes rear end wagging around like a happy dog I'm I'm starting to question my strategy, and then I realize there's a rider a few bike lengths in front of Robin, 61 Spencer Smith. Shit. So I did the only thing I could. I Let go of the brakes, and dive for the apex. With the front tire chattering badly under the load of the bad line I manage to squeak through, and get on the gas for the entry to 15 and up the front straight. Half a lap later I get passed Brad Woods by taking a wide entry into6  and gassing past him into 7 (yeah new throttle). That leaves only 1 bike in front of me within visible range. I pushed hard, and after a couple of laps reeled him in. I used my new found drive out of T2, over the bumps on the gas which gave me good momentum on him into T3. One of my favorite places to pass is around the outside of 3. It's bumpy and the bike bounces and flails around, but if you can  come up parallel to the rider then you own the inside of 4 and that's what I did cleanly taking away the spot. Once passed 71 I could see a powder blue bike up ahead. Oh shit that's #69 Scott Liesnewki. I never see him on the track. Oh come to me blue carrot. I'm thinking Scott's riding by himself. He's lost the lead group and isn't motivated. Maybe I can sneak up on him, and take him on the brakes into 14 on the last lap.
Ah delusions of grandeur. At this point we're on lap 5 of the 3 mile Thunderhill course in 90 degree heat, and in my pursuit of Scott I start making mistakes. After blowing T9 I give up my pursuit, and focus on finishing cleanly. I over brake for 14, and get a bad drive onto the front straight, and sure enough into T1 comes #71. OK I'll get it back in T3 just like before, but all for not as there is a waving yellow flag in T3, and no passing under any flag. OK my last chance will be in 14. But I blow T9 again, and entering T10 #555 Scott Reavy goes around my outside. OK I'll get Scott into 14, but I got too close to Scott as we went through the 11, 12, combo meaning I couldn't get a run on him out of 13. I'm a little bummed that I let that happen, but later I find out I finished 9th with a best of 2:01.8 by far my best time ever, and I made up a huge amount of ground, and never gave up.
  My next race later in the day was Formula IV. I typically don't do as well in FIV as there are other fast guys on different kinds of bikes in this race. This time I was gridded on the outside of row 3, a much better place even if further back, to my left is Robin, and to his left Forman. The green flag flies, and I manage not to flub the start. Not a rocket start, but no wheelies. I take the outside line in T2 again, but as we enter T3 we're already single file. My first thought is that is strange, and as we round T4 I realize I'm with the lead pack. Much like at Sears Pt a couple of months ago I realize I'm in rare company. I know it won't last but it sure looks cool for now. As we round the mid section which is the fastest part  the front 3-4 guys check out. Sv650's making just under 100hp don't wait around for Kawasaki's making just over 70hp. I find myself in a battle with 898, a very fast guy. I'm so excited to be here. I follow for a couple of laps looking for an opportunity, seeing where I'm better. As we go down the front straight I pull up right behind him, and stay in his draft, and right as we cross the start line I move to his inside tickle the front brake, and take the inside line.
I make yet another mistake into 9, and he comes by me into 10. No surprise there. As we cross start finish the white flag comes out, and I've got one lap to go. I take a look in 1, no. I try the outside of 3. Maybe up into 5, no. OK I've got one more chance. T14. As we go down the hill into 10 I give him a little room, this is a big risk because if anyone was behind me I could lose a place just like I did in the first race, so I can get a run on him through 11, 12, 13. As we come out of 13 he's got like 5 bike lengths on me, and I don't think I can get it done. Fuck it I'm going for it. The worst thing that will happen is that I'll run off track, there's no one else I'm going to hit. So as we cross under the bridge I brake stupidly late shooting past him. My first thought is there's no way I'm making it, but I started my turn in, gently letting off the front brake taking it all the way to the apex. Now that's trail braking! I've got no drive, and at this point I make a strategical choice, rather than accelerate out of the corner thus opening up the underneath for a pass back in T15 I cruise the exit of 14, drop down a gear then accelerate hard INTO 15 thus giving my opponent no chance to out drive me down the front straight. I take the checkers by a bike length or 2. I finished 8th with a best time of 2:01.085. So close to breaking into the 0's.
  It was an exciting and successful weekend of racing. My experiences have taught me this year that if I want to run up front I have to be well rested, and have a plan. KC said it best when he asked me if I "was a participant or a competitor". That will give you perspective.
  I have to give a special thanks to Marie at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair, for working with MotionPro to get me that revolver throttle. It really made a difference. Also to Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction, for taking that extra time in the morning to work with me. I know he was under the gun, and not feeling the best, but still has time for a mid pack 650 guy. Also to my girlfriend Kate, who's help has been tremendous.
Sadly I have to miss the next race at Sears Pt because I have to travel for work, but I'll be back for the last round in October. Can anyone say 2:00 flat?

Thanks to my other sponsors
Dunlop, and Terry at Sport Tire Services
Paul Fine of Fine Design
Julio from Tommy's

Pictures to come when Joe from 4 the riders  puts them up.

AFM Round 4 - A Hot Wind Blows

Friday later afternoon we headed up to Thunderhill to meet up with Robin, and Kaitlin. T-hill is only 130 miles from my home, but I didn't get it together and out of my driveway soon enough so we got caught in traffic outbound on Highway 37. Stupid me so the normally 21/2 drive now took 3 1/2. Once clear of the bay area traffic and north bound on 505 I feel the wind knocking the truck around. Not a good sign. Once we got to the track, and started to set up the pit area I knew we were going to be in for a long weekend of sun and wind.
Here's a pic of the pit set up on Saturday. Note tent with the lack of the canvas top. The wind was blowing so hard it would have taken the tent away, but we need places to hang things like the leather suits, the clock, ect.

Saturday practice went OK. I hadn't been to T-hill since November and it showed. I really expected to have more speed, but I wasn't getting it done. I hadn't slept well the night before, and the heat and the wind were beating me up. I really wanted to be close to 2 minute laps, but I was no where near running more like 2:05's. The good thing was that my rear tire was wearing really well so at least the suspension was in the correct range. We got 5 practice sessions in before the new Tag Team race.

The Tag Team race is a cool concept and it's a mini endurance. It's run like a 2 man relay race. 2 riders each with his own bike, The first rider does 30mins then comes in the pits, and exchanges an armband with rider 2, and off he goes. But the really silly part is the Le Mans style start. Click the link for details, but essentially your partner holds the bike, you start across the track, and when the green flag drops you run across the track, jump on the bike, and go. It's crazy, stupid, and a lot of fun.

Here's us practicing the start in the pits. 

Here's some pictures of the actual start.

I got to start the race, and you can see me way in the back. We raced in the lightweight class and started 1 spot from last. I got a good run, and jumped on bike quickly, and took off possibly in the lead in our class, but getting a good start meant that I was heading down the track as the slower runners in front of me were just launching their bikes right at me! So I slowed a little, and 2 guys went bye me, Damn. I got through turns 1 and 2 cleanly, and trying to keep #36 Tom Dorsey in site. My bike had been running hot all day, and I was worried about it lasting the length of the race. We had done 5 practice sessions earlier in the day, and now I'm here riding a 30 minute stint. I was already tired, and dehydrated before the race started, and I knew both me and my bike were going to have a tough time lasting the 30 minutes. I pushed hard to stay with Tom in the first few laps but I conceded that I needed to slow down a bit and stay focused. That would turn out to be harder than at first thought. About 8 laps in I started making mistakes, turning in too early, missing apexes, braking too early. I was getting tired, and it showed. I had to shake the cobwebs out. My mind was wandering. That's a trick to endurance racing. Staying focused. There I was railing into T8 at 110mph thinking what we are going to do for dinner. Yeah it's like that. I started to smell some oil burning, and I couldn't tell if it was coming from my bike or someone else's, and I started to worry, and then I really started blowing corners, time to come in. I rode down the front straight patting my head in an exaggerated way letting Robin, and Kate know to get ready I was coming in on the next lap. We'd practiced the exchange in our pit, and had a good plan. When I came in I put my front wheel to the right of Robin in line with his rear wheel, stuck my right arm out that had the arm band on it, and Kate grabbed it off me, and slid it onto Robins outstretched waiting arm. He already had the bike in gear with the engine running, and was off in a split second. It was a flawless exchange, and we quickly became the talk of the pit area with nods of approval from other teams. I even overheard someone say "that's how we're doing it next time" Well done team. Robin had to do 2 more laps than me, and rode fast and smooth. Thanks to the misfortune of another team we'd been gifted 2nd place, and Robin brought it home maintaining that position.

For Sunday's races I had high hopes. After finishing so well I Saturday I wanted to turn it up a notch, and take advantage of my good starting positions.

First up was FIV, I was gridded way to the left on the inside and when the flag dropped I got a bad start, and lost even more positions as we went into T1 getting pinched off from the outside. I rode hard and I quickly formed into the 2nd pack, the lead group long gone. In front of me where 2 bikes I knew I could pass, but I couldn't get it together. I now know I have good entry speed, but I'm not getting off the corner and on the gas soon enough. Many times I'd have to roll off the gas mid corner to not hit the bike in front of me, then they'd gap me big on the exit, and I'd make up all that lost ground on the entry again. I got spooked several times when people would make a pass on me that was so sketchy my only options where to stand the bike up, almost run off track or they'd crash into me. That kind of do or die block pass is perfectly fine in proffesional racing, but to do that in club racing is one asking a lot of the skill of the people your're around, and two just plain dumb. So I lost a couple of spots, and couldn't get them back because of my bad drives.
I finished way down the order.

650 twins would turn out to be a repeat of FIV. a bad start, bad drives, sketchy passes by other racers, and another bad finish.

So I know what I need to work on. I think I need some suspension adjustments to help me gas out because in a couple of corners as soon as I add gas the rear want to let go, and that's no fun. I'm also having trouble getting the throttle all the way open, and I have to double clutch it. I'll be ordering a new throttle set up to help with that. So another weekend down, and some lessons learned. I'll get 'em next time.

Thanks to the people that help me go faster.
Dave Moss of Catalyst Reaction
Jennifer at Werkstatt Motorcycle Repair
Dunlop, and Terry at Sport Tire Services
Paul Fine of Fine Design
Julio from Tommy's

Some more pics of the weekend.