Last blog you may recall dear reader I was getting ready for the RallyMoto Sprint Rally and so lets pick up the story there. Well actually let's not as the week before I had been at an Adventure Bike Rider Rally.
Now this was the other type of rally that many bikers will be familiar with where you turn up, camp in a field, get p*ssed and talk bikes and b*llocks and usually go on a ride out or two.
It was entitled the Chilterns Chill Out Rally and that pretty much summed it up. OK I will confess I wimped out on the camping as I trailered the CCM to the campsite near Ivinghoe, the original plan had been to ride there as it's only half an hour away from home but try as I might I couldn't get all my gear on the back of the CCM. And in anycase I had agreed to lend my tent to my friend Michael, so I slept in the Land Rover and the "Chill Out" bit was very apt it was rather cold, especially as I only took a two season sleeping bag on the basis that the forecast was for warm sunny weather with temperatures in the twenties, well yes they were but not at night!!!
I had volunteered to lead a trail bike ride on the Saturday which somehow got entitled the "Extreme Team". Now if anyone knows the lanes in this part of the world, they will know they are anything but extreme!
Nevertheless we set off in a group of eight and great fun was had by all. Only one incident of a bike "having a lie down" was noted which considering it was John on his second ever green lane trip and the first on his BMW R1150GS and he was actually stationary at the time (the old "i'll put my foot down only to find you have stopped next to a rut and the ground is a foot lower than anticipated" scenario)
So lets get back to other sort of Rally, the racing sort!
Although it wasn't until the Sunday, I had Friday afternoon off work so decided to head for Wales. Rather than camp at the very bleak Sweet Lamb Rally Complex I headed for the Campsite 15 miles down the road at Rhayader where I had stayed last August. A short walk to to the pub for a huge meal and a couple of pints and I headed back to the campsite and had a very confy and warm night as I'd brought my 4 season sleeping bag this time.
On Saturday morning I headed up to Sweet Lamb and helped out a bit with the setting up. Gradually more and more regulars turned up and we all headed into Llanidloes for a meal.
Sunday dawned frosty but with the prospect of a bright sunny day ahead of us.
The race format was a bit different with a short liaison stage of about 3-4 miles to get you warmed up and then a timed special stage of about 12 miles, the course being a figure of eight so you started both at the arena. We were to do eight laps in total however only your fastest lap counted so you could afford the odd bad lap.
First was the obligatory "sighting lap" where you are not timed, I was pleased to discover that I knew about 95% of the course from the Big Bike Rally Training and last year's Hafren Rally. Although some of it was in the reverse direction which proved a bit strange.
Lap One proper went well, I started the special and remembering the first couple of bends were tricky, I took it easy only to nearly ride into the back of Dave, who had started 30 seconds ahead of me as he exited the ditch on the inside of bend two, he clearly hadn't taken it easy!
Unfortunately this meant I was stuck in his dust cloud so had to throttle back as I couldn't see a thing.
The race continued with my time on lap two dropping a bit, although I had made the mistake at first of forgetting to switch on the fuel tap, luckily I ground to a halt on the untimed liaison section rather than in the special but this prompted a "modification" to the bike...
Then it was lap three although this didn't start well when I ran onto reserve on the liaison. luckily I was able to go and grab some fuel before starting the special but it did put me out of sequence in the running order. This lap then got much better and I felt like I was really getting into the groove, I was hitting bends in a gear higher than previous laps and remembering which corners you could attack without backing off, then it all went wrong....
The bike suddenly died on me and despite restarting wouldn't run properly at all, I limped round the circuit at no more than 10mph until it gave up the ghost. Luckily I got a tow in from Michael who was prepared to sacrifice one lap. Luckily we had a lunch break after that lap so I was hopeful I could get it sorted in time.
Despite my efforts to diagnose the problem, I had not been able to get it going as the next lap started so reluctantly had to withdraw.
As it turned out I'm not sure my knee would have lasted the full eight laps and I was certainly feeling the effects of four months with no exercise to speak off. Also I later discovered that I couldn't have fixed the bike anyway but that's for the next blog.