The previous night's sleep was fitful and hardly replenishing - my mind was bombarded with images of approaching apexes and vanishing braking markers while the infernal cacophony of a legion of barely muffled bikes haunted my dreams.
A three hour trip in the fully loaded van was managed thanks to copious amounts of caffeine, sugar and the ubiquitous pre-track chatter which ranges from weather forecasts to tyre pressures and everything in between. A few bum steers from the GPS aside we were trackside, geared-up and good to go before we knew it.
My first trip out on the track with my new bike went quite well - I was quite rusty but generally happy with my progress throughout the day. It has been so long since I've been able to chernobyl a bike around a track and I was surprised that I managed to get my knee down on the tall RSV after only a few laps.
The only hiccup in an otherwise perfect day was when I apexed way too early on a left hander which put me way offline on the exit and into the kitty litter.
The only damage in the end was a few scratches to Allegra and some cracked ribs, a twinged neck and a bruised ego for yours truly. A fair trade for a day spent crawling over a gorgeous bike on a kickarse track don't ya think?
Here are some atmospheric pics from the day.. and perhaps a link to a vid or three soon :)
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