MGP Race Diary... Final Installment!
Friday 1st September 2006 – Lightweight/Ultralightweight and Senior race day
Hmmm well… I got up this morning and it’s been raining again, not what I ever want to see on the morning of a race day in the Isle of Man (as I’m sure I’ve probably said before!) but there you go, bloody Manx weather!
The usual preparations are under way, Dan has the 400 up for scruitineering and we have the trusty Dunlop KR364’s on the bike on my spare VFR wheels, I was hoping we could run the Pirelli’s on the Dymag’s but we’ll keep them to one side for now as it’s much easier to just swap the wheels than have to start changing tyre’s.
The MBR portable awning is up in the holding area as it has been all week, and this morning we have Nige ‘Speedy’ John and myself out in the race, albeit separate races really, as Nige is in the Lightweight and I’m in the Ultrallightweight and Aka’s 750 is there in preparation for this afternoon.
I’m a lot more relaxed today than I was on Wednesday it has to be said, even with the bloody Manx weather! We have the dry wheels on standby and even though it appears to be drying a little, after a chat with Kev, I decide to leave the 364’s on for now.
Just as the roads are about to close, we get the call on the tanoy that every rider hates to hear and that’s that there has been a delay and the roads will not be closing, however, news soon starts to filter through that there has been a road accident, even though the powers that be say nothing at this point, but however disappointed we may be at a delay, no one likes to hear there has been an accident. The longer the delay goes on, it becomes clear that this must’ve been a serious, if not fatal accident… unfortunately the latter is true and everybody understands when the organisers have to delay the start of the race until at least 12:30 for the police to complete their investigations.
When we do eventually get under way, there is still reports of damp patches under tree’s etc. and as I have much more experience with the 364’s than the Super Corsa’s on the 400, I decide to leave them on for the race, a decision that I later regret, but we’ll get to that!
I’m setting off with Ian Hickey today who has been parked opposite me in the paddock in Mark Parrot’s truck and awning all week and, as always with the boys, me and Ian have a little joke running about who’s gonna beat who (me and Richard Mooney did the same all practice week, it’s always good craic) Anyway, Ian beat me in the Junior (on Mark P’s rocket ship, I might add!) so, we were having bets on this race and as we’re setting off together this time, the pressure’s on!
Somehow in the starting procedure, John Richards on his 400, manages to set off a minute early and in the middle of the 250’s… which kinda throws everyone a little. Knowing John, it’d have been some kind of stunt!
Soon it’s our turn and we’re off down Bray hill, Ian’s off in front and is ahead into Quarter Bridge, I’ve said before, this is pretty much always the case for me… I’d much rather be slow in and fast out of the QB, through Braddan Bridge we go and then I pass Ian on the way down into Union Mills and never saw him again for the rest of the race ( sorry Ian!) For some reason though, as soon as I set off today, my visor starts misting up, something it hasn’t really done all week and which is bloody annoying!
Due to my low start number (I’ve covered this in a previous diary entry, but it was basically a mistake the organisers refused to correct before the start of the meeting and then Neil wouldn’t move anyone in this race, for some reason?) I started at number 64 which is 25th on the grid and considering my previous fastest lap on the 400 was 104mph in 2004, there are probably only 10 or 12 people who’ve gone faster, so it means I have some serious ground to make up. I do a fair bit of passing people and at Bishopscourt on lap two, I come across another friend, Kirk Farrow and manage to slip past him on the exit of the fast right-hander past just after the house. As we come into Ramsey Hairpin, there’s a slower rider ahead and, as usual, I’m a bit cautious and a little courteous but Kirk aint… he comes down the inside of me (and I hadn’t left much room on the inside because the other guy was middle of the road!) and takes the inside line, I actually shouted “Oh no you f**king don’t” as I went around the outside of him and up the inside of the other fella on the exit of the Hairpin, much to Roy Moore’s excitement by all accounts! I obviously didn’t hear it but my mum reported it to me afterwards. My mate Andy is at The Gooseneck pit boarding for me, as is my friend Gail too, unfortunately, each time I get to The Gooseneck I have someone to pass or am just getting past and I keep forgetting to look at my board! I think it says 10th on lap two so I keep my head down and get to the pit stop.
The pit stop goes fast and smooth apart from the fact that Dan cleaned my visor with a tear off still on it and it’s still a bit misty as I set off again… hmmmm, not good! I’ve already spent much of each lap holding the bloody thing up when I have a spare hand to demist it! When I get to Ramsey Hairpin this time, I chuck it in and am most of the way through the corner when, shit… the front tucks… I managed to save it, but because of that, I nearly hit the wall in the exit, I’m leaning away from the wall with all my might and manage to miss it but… phew, that made me jump. Unfortunately, just around the corner a surprise was waiting for me that I didn’t want to see because, as I get to Waterworks 2 the waved yellows were out and as I round the corner, my team mate Speedy’s No.7 plate was staring at me. I didn’t even see Tony Cawte, who was apparently lying on the track on the inside of the exit of the corner, all I could see was a No7 on a black and yellow bike and Speedy lying on the deck surrounded by Marshals and Medics… Shit. I don’t normally look, but because it was in my eye line there was nothing I could do to avoid seeing who it was and once I’d seen who it was, I needed to know he was ok… and it didn’t look like he was.
I still have a race to run and if I don’t push it to the back of my mind now, I might as well pull in at the Gooseneck, as a rider you have to carry on and sometimes things look worse than they are, so, by the mountain mile I’m back on track and, bad as it sounds, have ‘forgotten’ about it. I get to the Veranda and whip of a tear off, just as I do… bang, a big fat fly between the eyes! Now, I think that was my last tear off, but we’ll get back to that.
The last lap goes pretty well until I get to Waterworks again, as I do, Speedy’s crash comes back to me, not that it’s a problem, but I have pushed it to the back of my mind up until then. Next up is the Gooseneck and I’ve been on a good lap so far, I tip into the Gooseneck and all is well, mid corner all is well and then, bang… the front tucks again! I managed to save it but am heading straight for the bank, I lean off away from the bank with all my might but still hit it with my foot, taking a chunk out of the bank and scattering dust everywhere, bouncing back into the road and carrying on! See the sequence of photo’s from Sport Pics here, Going in http://www.sport-pics.co.uk/2006_Season/manx/lwt/6lwt6306.htm Going http://www.sport-pics.co.uk/2006_Season/manx/lwt/6lwt6309.htm Gone! http://www.sport-pics.co.uk/2006_Season/manx/lwt/6lwt6313.htm all three photo's are within a second or two... Ooops!
I had been having a good lap until then, but after seeing Speedy’s crash and nearly crashing myself (twice in one race), which is not something I want to do around the TT Course, I knocked it off for the rest of the lap, so much so that Kirk came back past me towards the end of the lap and I was well out of his sight when the whole Goosneck thing happened, but hey… I just wanted to get home and didn't want anything else to happen, after all, I wasn't doing anything differnet to normal or riding any different up until then, but it would just let go suddenly half way through a corner... not good.
I finished 9th, which is fair enough and that last lap was just over 104mph, someone said to me afterwards, hey… it’s an improvement, well actually it wasn’t, as I finished 8th in 2004 with much the same race average on my own VFR400, but I should’ve done better this time. I had a serious lack of practice on a machine I didn’t know so well and the front tucking turned out to be the ride height being too steep, coupled with the 364’s who’s front profile is very steep compared to the Super Corsa that the chassis had been set up on, Kev (who built the bike) said he'd set it up the same as Mark Castles but, without proper practice, we didn't get proper set up time, but hey, shit happens and you live and learn and at least I was at the finish in one piece, unlike some.
I went to the beer tent for a Voddy and at this point had been told my mate Speedy was ok. A little while later I was taken to one side and told it was spinal injuries and so, dashed off to hospital to see him, when I got there they wouldn’t let me in to see him which upset me, I saw a few other of his close friends down there and waited for more news for a little while. It’s not a good situation for anyone to be in and it all got to me at this point, I had a good little cry at the hospital and also in my car driving back to the paddock, after Tommy and Gav in 2004, this was all a little too close and with Alan crashing heavily in practice too... well, it can be a tough game. When I got back to the paddock my mum got me a double Vodka and my dad got me a carvery sandwich (great parents!) and then I had to do an interview with Paul Lindsay for Irish Racer magazine, which I had arranged earlier in the week to do, Paul was great as he knew I’d been a little upset, but I have to say, the picture he took of me did me no favours at all as my eyes were all swollen from crying and he used it for the main pic on the article… lovely!
The evening’s presentation was a good do and we all got to carry Aka up twice for his historic double victory and watch him lift the HUGE Senior trophy up above his head… brave (or silly) man! I got the Lesley Anne Trophy too and we all headed off to Colours for the obligatory piss up, followed by chips cheese and gravy and the long walk back up the hill again!!
See you next year (Ok… this year now)
Cheers
Carolynn.x





