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Alright- the shizzy: we get to the races tonight and I have no idea what to expect from my body. I took one practice rip around the track and felt remarkably good, so I said "screw it" and decided I'd race and take it easy to just get the points. Some are better than none. We fart around with the bikes for a while and do some tuning, and then they call our motos. I head over to staging and immediately see this dick from Rhode Island that I can't stand. He's in our race. The rest of the guys are all pretty good shits. We line up on the gate, the lights go, gate drops, and we're gone. It's amazing what you can do when you have absolutely no pressure on you whatsoever. I realize going into the first turn that I'm in first (I really was surprised) and I actually feel pretty comfortable. The announcer is loud as hell and is going bananas saying that I have no business being on the track at all with broken ribs, and the whole bit. Second to last straight I can feel my chest aching a little bit. Last turn, I'm still in first- but here comes dickhead. He's coming into the turn low with vengeance in his eyes. I can tell that he's going to torpedo me, and I'm in no mood for banging with anyone (let alone this guy) in the turn. So, I lay off totally and let him and my buddy Tom go sailing by. Better to live to fight another day, and I end up with a well-earned third for the first race.
Second moto comes, and it's a replay of numero uno, but I let off even earlier this time and take it easy. I DO NOT want to fuck myself up any more. So, asspipe takes first again, my good buddy Tom pulls second, I slide into third, and the rest of the cats fall into line behind.
About half an hour after the second race, we're sitting in staging again for the big race- the Main. Dickhead is giving all of us salty looks that indicate he thinks he's all that and a big bag of chips. You can see it in his eyes. I've had enough. Tom is sitting right next to me, and I say "Dude- whatever happens in the beginning, get your ass inside and dive low in the first straight and you'll have this fucker pegged". They call our race, Johnny Dickshot flashes us a smirk, and we all head up the hill and line up. Peckweed is in 8, Tom is in 3, I have 2, and the rest of the dudes fill their lanes. Gate drops, and Tom and I are way out front. Dicksmoke is right in there too, but he doesn't have shit. I put the hammer down and win it, Tom takes second, and Asspipe rolls to a "depressing" third place finish, and is grumbling about how he got a bad start.
So we're rolling out past the finish line, and there's a girl's class heading up to the gate. One of the FAST 17 year old girls looks at cockblast and says, "Hey buddy- you just got rolled up and smoked by a guy with broken ribs. Pipe down". Faaaan-tastic. I gave Tom a high-five and headed for the car.
No racing tomorrow- the points tonight ought to be enough. Fucking awesome night though. Life is good.
Second moto comes, and it's a replay of numero uno, but I let off even earlier this time and take it easy. I DO NOT want to fuck myself up any more. So, asspipe takes first again, my good buddy Tom pulls second, I slide into third, and the rest of the cats fall into line behind.
About half an hour after the second race, we're sitting in staging again for the big race- the Main. Dickhead is giving all of us salty looks that indicate he thinks he's all that and a big bag of chips. You can see it in his eyes. I've had enough. Tom is sitting right next to me, and I say "Dude- whatever happens in the beginning, get your ass inside and dive low in the first straight and you'll have this fucker pegged". They call our race, Johnny Dickshot flashes us a smirk, and we all head up the hill and line up. Peckweed is in 8, Tom is in 3, I have 2, and the rest of the dudes fill their lanes. Gate drops, and Tom and I are way out front. Dicksmoke is right in there too, but he doesn't have shit. I put the hammer down and win it, Tom takes second, and Asspipe rolls to a "depressing" third place finish, and is grumbling about how he got a bad start.
So we're rolling out past the finish line, and there's a girl's class heading up to the gate. One of the FAST 17 year old girls looks at cockblast and says, "Hey buddy- you just got rolled up and smoked by a guy with broken ribs. Pipe down". Faaaan-tastic. I gave Tom a high-five and headed for the car.
No racing tomorrow- the points tonight ought to be enough. Fucking awesome night though. Life is good.