So, me and my little Princess packed up and went to Burger King for a Big King XXL menue for me and a salad or something for Sara. Hardly sportman like food but I do this only after races as my theory is that what ever I eat after a day like that it can never make up for the amount of energy I just lost. Good it was and off we went to new adventures. Sara slept on the way there with her ears covered for the loud Metallica playing on the stereo and her tounge hanging out from exhaustion. It had been a long day and it was still far from over.
After riding around the Enspijk area of Holland for a while looking for the track we finally found it. No camping allowed on sight which was a bit strange as they hosted an international race and there were even a sign telling us that trespassing was an offense and that the dog that was always on duty would eat us alive if we went in.
Hmmm, I wisseled a bit and made a racket with the fence to lure any guard dog out but nothing happened. So, we went in for a look. I thought about the possibility of there being a very sly dog in there anyway but came to the conclusion that there probably were not and if there were I would stay still and Sara would run so it would probably run after her anyway, hehe…
No dog.
The track was a former place for driving lessons, actually for training riding in slippery conditions it turned out! It was completely flat and the tarmac was well not that good really but reasonable. The dirt parts was one hairpin on grass, one 60 left on grass and one double apex also on grass. No, jumps. I like jumps so that was a bit sad but for the rest it seemed ok. A bit dull but ok. We met a few other guys also risking their lifes by trespassing and went for the van to park it somewhere for the night. Navigating with the GPS we went for a river just a few km’s away but there was no where to park so we asked a apple farmer if we could park up on his yard and that was ok. After that we walked to a near by village for a Heineken and found out that Holland was playing Tjeckia in the Euro cup that night so nobody took much notice of the first foreign people entering their area for decades.
Back in the van we fell asleep until 3 am when it again poured down like hell. In the morning we parked up in an already half crowded paddock mnjmkjnmnn (sorry the cat stepped on the keyboard) and again put our tent up. I walked the track a bit more carefully and started to think that this might be something for me. Not that fast only one 150m straight and for the rest nothing over 80-100m and a lot of hairpins and more or less fast corners on sometimes good and sometime bad tarmac. But as usual a lot of the big teams where there and well, most of the guys that beat me the day before had again showed up.
I entered in the 3’rd group a bit down as I had seen the other groups ride before and there where a bunch of guys riding fast like crazy. The groups where devided by starting numbers. 1st group 1-41 2nd 42-77 and 3rd 78- . I ride 106 in Holland so I was in group 3.
After a few laps in the free practise on the 50% gone rain in front and 80% gone rain in rear I noticed that people was way slower than me in most cases and after it was completed I reminded myself that there where actually no one there at all that had passed me. Laptimes we didn’t get from the free practise however and I suspected that even if I where one of the fastest in my group surely the fastest riders would be in the 1st and 2nd group as it normally is like that. Lower numbers, faster riders.
Qualification:
I went to the parc ferme first to get out on the track first. Better to have a free track to start with. Again on my bad rains as the grip was really really good with them. Already after a lap I started to go for it. Got a few nice laps but then people got in the way or crashed in front of me. Then again some good laps and the same thing. When they showed one lap to go I waited for a free track in front of me and went for it hard. Got through all the way clean sure to have done reasonably well at least. Damn nice slides and powersliding on this track. Coming back out to the paddock Sara told me that I had done the 3’rd fastest lap in my group which was nice. Maybe I finally would have a shot at some real points this time. 20 minutes later we went to the billboard to see what had happened. We were gonna be devided into 3 groups after how fast we were and there I was on 3 place in group C. How the hell?! I knew I was one of the fastest in my group and everyone in the other groups couldn’t have been faster than me. Then the officials came to say that group C was the fast group and A the slowest.
Eureka!
That suddenly meant that I had qualified 3rd over all.
Back to the paddock to check the bike and start thinking about what tires to use. It was completely dry and everyone was going for slicks more or less. But I thought about the really good grip I had enjoyed with my now totally degraded rains and that I apparently had made my fastest lap on my last lap in the qualification. I kept them on.
When the bike was ready Sara took it to the parc ferme and I followed a few minutes later to enjoy the sight of my Husaberg standing on 3rd position. The other riders watched my tires and looked at e like I was either stupid or poor. I had very good slicks to fit if I wanted but on this track I now knew it was better with the bad rain. The shifting tarmac quality and the grass all gripped like glue to the soft rubber.
START!!!
I started on 2nd as usual but there where only 30 meters to the first corner so it was a poor thing to do. I ended up loosing 4 spots. I took them all back on the first grass part and I was back on 3rd. I had already lost contact a bit with 1st and 2nd but I trailed them at exactly the same pace and even gaining some. The guys after where long gone after 5 laps or so. So I started to make an attempt to catch up the leading duo. Gaining all the time a bit on the second guy but then lost it in the hairpin after the straight. I went down, held on to the gas to not stall it and got up just after 2 guys had passed me. First 100 meters I had to bang my barkbuster back into position and then I started to hunt. Not long there after I had taken back the 150 meters that I trailed number 81 and tried to pass him on the only place where passing was possible into the same hairpin where I had crashed. I came close to out brake him a few times but was just a bit short of being able to do it until I took a bit different line than him coming out on the straight begging my rear to hold on as I gave full throttle 2 meters earlier than before. After a 15 m powerslide with the front in the air I drifted past him into the hairpin. Nothing will keep my Berg behind when it’s up to raw acceleration. Two laps later number 81 was too far away to read the name on my back and as they showed one lap to go I knew I couldn’t reclaim my 3rd position as number 4 was too far away so I ended up 4th which was ok after a crash I guess…
2nd race.
I now stood on 4th place on the grid but with a goal to finish no worse than 3rd hopefully a bit better than that as I knew that the start is everything here. You can hardly pass a rider that is about the same speed as yourself on this track. The only place where you can pass is after the straight and as none would out accelerate my bike there it meant that if I could take the start I would probably finish 1st as well naturally given that I didn’t crash or make a mistake.
BROOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!!
83 and me went into the corner side by side, him on the inside and me on the outside. The next corner was the other way so I still had an advantage over him. But number 90 who was 2’nd in the first was before us both and in the same line as me. He fucking fell in the first corner. I hit him and fell as well. 83 and almost everyone else got past it all. I came up and away as 2nd last in the field. Damn, damn, damn!!!
I never got to see the fastest lap of this race but I must have gotten it. I rode furiously. I even went to the ground once again but was up in 4 seconds and away. Now there was no mercy. I scared guys half off the track shouting as I closed in on them and elbowed past some here and there. 111 fell just in front of me in a hairpin but this time I didn’t go down. He fell to the left and I hit the gas instead of the brake as I saw he was free from the bike and passed over his rear and started hunting the next guy. Number 80 I think. I trailed him for 4-5 laps until I got a good enough chance to outbrake him after the straight. Finished 7th.
After we had packed up we went for the price ceremony and found out that I was on a split 4th position over all. Quite ok after having been on the ground 3 times during those two races and that most of the guys beating me the day before now had been thoroughly beaten by me instead. And, the opposition is murdering here so I was happy.
In the end I went home a happy guy pledging that there will be a lot of moto- crossing during the next 3 weeks coming up to the next Belgian Championship in Florennes the 2’nd weekend in juli.
As usual I would like to thank a few persons for making my adventures possible.
Joramo:
The most service minded Husaberg/Husky/KTM dealer and workshop you will ever find.
Bike Parts (Dendermonde):
For material help and for letting me prepare my bike there with professional equipment. You got a bike from Nippon and live in Belgium this is the place to tune, service or fix your bike. Got problems with your monobike, supermotard etc. Give them a call.
www.bikeparts.be
Bike Design:
Optical tuning, race equipment etc. This is who help me out with brake issues, chain and sprockets but they have a wide range of high quality stuff deleviered all over Europe and beyond for most bikes.
www.bikedesign.be
Sara:
For great ground service and an incredible patience with me as I’m sometimes a bit difficult during race weekends.
All the guys in the paddocks for the exchange of services. I just love that everyone help out each other as they do.
So ‘til the next time in Florennes.
Bye…
Daniel
www.supermotard-racing.com