When I started racing everyone said if you start winning in your thrid year of racing you will be doing well. Has it turned out I won on the final race of my first year.In the second year I was third in the championship and really enjoying the whole thing. Then out of the blue I received an invite to race in the Angelsey Grand. Doesn't sound like much but it is one of the biggest club events and you only get in by invitation.I was chuffed to bits and set about making sure I could give a good account of myself in the race which was an open class. The Saturday before the Grand we had qualification. I was awful, couldn't put in a fast time and didn't know why. I only qualified 20th out of 36 on the grid. Stripped the bike overnight and couldn't find anything wrong.On the sunday morning I had my last championship race before the two Grand races in the afternoon. I set the fastest lap and finished third deciding to just secure thrid in the championship and get ready for the Grand in the afternoon. For the Grand I was sat way back in the grid and I could see all of the guys I normally race with in 8th, 9th & 10th. The first race went well my bike felt better and better as the race progressed. I worked up to a respectable 10th and was very pleased with myself.For the second race I was over confident. I decided to go hard from the start and to get through the feild as quickly as possible. Given my bike was so good in the first race. A few laps into the race I was heading into a blind left-right chicane (Radar), when I pulled alongside one of the guys from the 250GP class and a CBR 600 which held me up for a few laps in the first race. Deciding this wasn't going to happen again I went around the outside of both of them on the blind left. This is probably where it started to go wrong. I was off line through the chicane. I got through cleanly and though right then see if you can hang on to this.... then as I put the power down heading out of the right hander the rear let go and I spun completely around. My front brake lever was gone and that was it. From having high hopes and riding the best I ever did I was on my ar$e. Gutted to go out in such a stupid way. Still haunts me now. 😳 😥 🙁My Avatar is cut from a larger photo. On the original you can see the rear wheel of the 600 making it's exit.And the moral of this story is never get a rider to explain what happened. Way too much detail and you just can't stop them when they start. 🙂
