There were supposed to be six bike/rider combos to qualify this morning but Barbara Buatois, yet to run her preferred Varna Tempest, preferred to stay in bed. Adam Ince dropped Adam's Folly at launch yet again, and then there were four. Al Grace had relocated his main camera somewhat inelegantly to the top of the body and got away OK, only to be visited by She Who Must Not Be Named in the front tyre. And then there were three.
|Orin Peters waits for the green light|
|Thomas van Schaik and Mats the sk8ter d00d get Cygnus Chronos off the line|
|The Good, The Bad And The Ugly. Officer Aten (in hat) is clearly the Good...|
|Larry Lem's truck; touched by His Noodly Appendage|
I had given myself the evening off driving sweep after last night's motor-spirit excitement and thus, after helping erect the distance marker signs, went to mill around the start area for the first set of runs.
|Gareth Hanks tapes on his bionic legs|
|Jan-Marcel van Dijken's |
|Damjan Zabovnik in Eivie 4 approaching Ranch Road 1|
At least I could do 70 mph all the way back to town, after helping take the signs back down and slicing a chunk out of a finger chiz. Ten bikes had been scheduled to run but Christien Veelenturf elected to sit it out. All runs had wind speeds well in excess of the permitted maximum and speeds generally appeared to err on the side of caution. Calvin Moes crashed Eta with about 500 metres to go - he's OK, state of the bike unknown but no news of catastrophe so probably OK too. Barbara ran a 66 and Jan-Marcel a 64; other runs were quite quick for the conditions too but at the time of writing Dr No hasn't got the results up yet. Probably because a large party of us went to the Chinese nosh-house afterwards and had to wait a while to be fed. Scott Wilson finished his before mine had even appeared; I think they're a pretty small operation. So that was Tuesday. Please can we have some not wind tomorrow?
On the Nether Lands, home of degenerate dope fiends and tulip-eating Bennies on the Loose alike: Even if they hadn't gleefully confessed to their crimes, there can only have been one team at the event who might have been even suspected of this foul misdeed:
|Achtung! Half-crazed Visigoths in da 'hood|
|Menaces '2' Society|
Hello to David Verbroekken and Frans Suijkerbuijk, who wouldn't dream of such degeneracy.
- Robin to Adam West's Batman, that's who.