05-12-16, 08:31 PM
This one's about me really and the lad it effected is still telling the tale to this day
I was a MAG member many moons ago and we'd gone to Mallory park for the weekend for their first ever track day. I was running short of cash so needed to nip back to Leicester to the bank. I had an old ZX10 at the time and a friend, who was in a bit of a state, asked if he could come on the back. Mick was a pretty steady rider, at the time he rode an old BMW flat twin and I doubt it ever went faster than the national limit.
I said I'd go steady, well that was the plan, except it was a beautiful day and I'd just had an argument with my ex Mrs. We set off sedately enough, plodding along until we got onto the A47, and even then it wasn't to bad, for awhile, I came up behind a couple of cars, knocked it down a few cogs and passed them, a few more cars in the distance approaching a bend, I can do them before they turn it and sure enough we passed them too, through the corner at some stupid speed, a few more cars in the distance, well would be rude not to overtake them before we have to slow down for the 30mph speed limits in town.
We got to the bank and I asked Mick if he was OK, he sort of grunted yes so I though no more of it.
The ride back was a blur of dangerous overtakes and high speed madness, I though my passenger was having fun until we got back to the camp site
Mick stepped off, looked at the group, explained how bad the trip into Leceister had been then recalled the return journey. His words "we came across this bunch of sports bikes, and I though, oh foc, he's going to race them, but we didn't race them, Mel left them for dead. That was fucking horrendous"
Thing was he was after some money for the fair, but said after he didn't see the point of going on a ride after that experience
I was a MAG member many moons ago and we'd gone to Mallory park for the weekend for their first ever track day. I was running short of cash so needed to nip back to Leicester to the bank. I had an old ZX10 at the time and a friend, who was in a bit of a state, asked if he could come on the back. Mick was a pretty steady rider, at the time he rode an old BMW flat twin and I doubt it ever went faster than the national limit.
I said I'd go steady, well that was the plan, except it was a beautiful day and I'd just had an argument with my ex Mrs. We set off sedately enough, plodding along until we got onto the A47, and even then it wasn't to bad, for awhile, I came up behind a couple of cars, knocked it down a few cogs and passed them, a few more cars in the distance approaching a bend, I can do them before they turn it and sure enough we passed them too, through the corner at some stupid speed, a few more cars in the distance, well would be rude not to overtake them before we have to slow down for the 30mph speed limits in town.
We got to the bank and I asked Mick if he was OK, he sort of grunted yes so I though no more of it.
The ride back was a blur of dangerous overtakes and high speed madness, I though my passenger was having fun until we got back to the camp site
Mick stepped off, looked at the group, explained how bad the trip into Leceister had been then recalled the return journey. His words "we came across this bunch of sports bikes, and I though, oh foc, he's going to race them, but we didn't race them, Mel left them for dead. That was fucking horrendous"
Thing was he was after some money for the fair, but said after he didn't see the point of going on a ride after that experience
Complete fabrication, I didn't make it up!