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This turned into a complete waste of time and money for me.

My daughter decided to wake the house up at just afer 1 a.m. I go in to chek if she's ok. Not content with me getting up, she then decides to scream the house down until mum shows her face. This goes on until 3.30 when Sam decides to take Georgina downstairs to try and get her to sleep.

With just over 2 hours undisturbed sleep under my belt I head off to Donny. I get there in good time and notice that the pit lane seems very quiet.

I'm feeling very tired but hope that adrenaline kicks in and keeps me sharp. I make a decision to assess my tiredness at lunch time and call it a day if I'm too tired and putting myself at risk.

At briefing we're told that only 50 have booked, so they are running 2 groups with each group having 30 minute sessions. I'm in the slow group and we go out first.

I'm at the front and we do our 2 sighting laps when we get waved on by the instructor.

I decide to take it easy because I've got all day and the sessions are longer. I'm tootling around but realise that I've left the group behind and I'm starting to see the tail of the group. I didnt' think I was going that fast. I was concentrating on my lines and my braking (that brake set up I've got is stunning) but it seemed I was one of the quickest in the group.

Anyway, I'm going through Craners when I ihave my Rossi moment. I feel the back end step out and my arse come out of the seat ("FUCK! HIGHSIDE") is the first thought. Just as I'm getting ready for another broken collar bone I realise my arse is back in the saddle, the bike is upright and I'm still on the tarmac. I decide to go into the pits and check the tyre. A quick inspection showed no reason for the slide and the pressure was spot on.

I go back out and notice my fragile confidence had taken a knock. I was sure I could feel the tyre sliding underneath me. Back through Craners and a guy on a Millie goes down in front of me, right where i had my moment. I ride through the shattered plastic and do a couple more laps but I rode like a numpty.

The 30 minute wait for the next session was too long and it allowed tireness to creep in. I went out in the second session with bruised confidence, no faith in the rear and feeling knackered. I called it a day and went home.
posted by kwacky at 1:36 pm