Thursday, May 31, 2018

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Temple Canyon #1


When it is good, it is good. Wallace gets it, Baja gets it, and I try.

I think one of the things I like about Hill Climb racing is all the waiting. It sucks. Contradictions. The brief moments that demand fulfillment of potential. All day spent waiting for two 2 and a half minute runs. I try.

The Pikes Peak bike is running stronger than ever with new engine build and a Lectern carb that I have only great things to say about.  One more test race with some Supermoto this weekend and then...

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Moments of clarity

Moments of clarity. They seem rare and precious but it was not always so. When I was a growing child (a younger one than I am now) everything was a revelation and something that struck chord on the consciousness of here and now. It seems the older I get the more meaningful these moments of clarity. Often times my meaningful moments are when the visor is down, body is attentive and all is revolving around what happens between a green flag and a checkered flag. They seem a window to a world that allows potential to fulfill a true and pure purpose. A quality is found.  So silly a game to an outside perspective but the inability for "normal" to fit into it is part of what makes it a quality, at least to me. I have had much on my plate lately. Much is up in the air in my current life's chapter. I am moving and moving is always a time of some stress. So today when I put on my race lid and did what I do between the green and checkered flag, I felt a relieve, a personal conquest of finding my way. I found my way right up to the edge where as my front tire broke traction, I looked over the edge at what all I had found my self perched upon. And then I did it again. And then pushed a bit harder. It is important to know where the edge is for me and that is one of my ways of getting shit done. In racing, in relationships, in my job, and as they are all one; in my life.
Yesterday I had a talk with a friend about being lucky and how it is possible for one to be lucky or the counter part. It is a basic truth that some have great luck while others seem to always come out of a barrel of loly-pops sucking their own thumb. How can the laws of nature be? Does what go around really come around... always? I believe so or do I just follow such ethics? I am not sure of any but I am sure that whatever happens happens and that is just the way it goes, Simple truth. Nature has no favorites beyond Darwinism But I do indulge questions to scratch an itch in my pondering; why am I so damn lucky, and will I always feel so? Totally stupid ponder but maybe I am just getting some shit off my chest. Maybe I want to shout it from  a rooftop that I am one lucky sumbitch. Or maybe - hell, any half brained racer knows that it is not even worth a bother to worry over. Be thankful for the good in life. Love what you love. Race the race. 747 soapbox over and out for now.
Wallace took great pics of the hill climb race today but they aint ready yet so here is one he took at Pikes Peak about a year ago. My SV650. In the following corner I lost the front and layed her down. Wallace being the true friend was more concerned about me than getting the shot. I like Wallace. 

Thursday, May 3, 2018

Good things gone bad

I knew the intake valve was wasted. It was so rusted that when I brushed the rust off, it had deep rotted pits. But I cut a fresh valve seat and face and ran it. At the last race of the season last year it held up. However on the first lap of the first race of this season it let go. This is how I do R&D. My dumb ass ruined a nice old Bruce Sass ported head. Damn it!




Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Seeing red

This Yamahammer would be a threat for Pike Peak

I have always wanted to build a XR650R tracker like this. I approve.

This little piece of eye candy makes me want to do some spiff to my Little Goose.