Racing / Passing Etiquette
Posted: Mon Sep 17, 2012 7:25 pm
Ok first of all this is nothing new new and I'm not trying to start up a heated "that's racing" thread blah blah blah. But let me get back on my soap box (if I can find...it's here some where)
I want to point out to some of our younger riders - the 900's and 800's that getting passed is always going to happen. There is always someone faster out there and that's just the way it is. For the most part we all get lapped by some one, some time. (sound like a Dean Martin song?)
It's funny that I work through the 700's at Merwin - I roar up on Karl and he gives me room instantly, rushed on WireFryer and the go-pro and poof! he waves me on and slides to the right. Caught up to Devon and he took the left side of the steep down hill so I slid down the hill - slick no prob. Caught Joe there in the creek bottom - he picked up the pace till he got on the corners and lets me slide tight on the inside, never lost a lick - thanks Joe as I know you were working hard with that flat tire but got over as soon as ya could. I appreciated Marty and all he did for me that day too - very cool guys! It's nice to see that the 700's is still a gentleman's class
I'll keep it short and sweet as this is only my opinion... When I came up on Dave (1010) first of all I knew something was a-miss as I should have NEVER came up on em so fast. He was tangled up with an 800 rider on the last lap who refused to let him by. When I showed up I was patient at first but it became clear that his mission in life was to let NO ONE PASS! Well that's racing and that's ok too. Just please be aware that for those few of you who refuse to let anyone pass - even if they are not in your class - be ready for the wrath that comes with it and some of the boys out there in the woods can really put the heat on ya super quick.
I ran a really fast for me race at Merwin - the fastest percentile of this year (78 percent) and as I'm flying down the track I was letting anyone pass me as well! My outlook is this: Anyone who just appeared on my rear fender like an Apache helicopter on a lighting bug need only "whoop" me once and POOF!, I slide over, give em a little hand wave and problem solved.
Dave and I wadded it up as it looked like the 800 rider (not going to mention exact numbers here) was finally going to show some mercy and let us pass. Dave went left and I went right instantly and grabbed a handful. The 800 rider got loose and it looked like it was going from bad to worse. Instead of riding up the side of the 800 rider Dave snapped back into line and took the same line I chose. I already committed to it it and Dave couldn't see me so I "nudged" into him. I hit him like a 2200 foot per second 50 cal bullet hits a 2" thick steel plate. I'm not sure what happened but we slid so long in the dirt that I actually (no kidding) was able to yell stuff at Dave before we even stopped sliding.
Snapped a buckle on my asteriks, ripped out a boot buckle, trail rash on both arms, cool lil nasty hematoma on the right leg, twisted triple clamps and broken bike switch. (Gotta turn on the fuel injection or the go go is a no go.)
Dave understood completely as we talked after the show. He wanted to stay and make sure I was cool but I didn't want him to lose a possible position. (Randy is always out there...lurking...) I started pushing the bike out but soon realized that waiting for help was the best idea. Dave sent in some sweepers to help get me out when he got to scoring and let the wife know all was good.
It's doesn't have to go that way is all I'm saying. Let's have fun doing this and keep it safe!
It's all good!
I want to point out to some of our younger riders - the 900's and 800's that getting passed is always going to happen. There is always someone faster out there and that's just the way it is. For the most part we all get lapped by some one, some time. (sound like a Dean Martin song?)
It's funny that I work through the 700's at Merwin - I roar up on Karl and he gives me room instantly, rushed on WireFryer and the go-pro and poof! he waves me on and slides to the right. Caught up to Devon and he took the left side of the steep down hill so I slid down the hill - slick no prob. Caught Joe there in the creek bottom - he picked up the pace till he got on the corners and lets me slide tight on the inside, never lost a lick - thanks Joe as I know you were working hard with that flat tire but got over as soon as ya could. I appreciated Marty and all he did for me that day too - very cool guys! It's nice to see that the 700's is still a gentleman's class
I'll keep it short and sweet as this is only my opinion... When I came up on Dave (1010) first of all I knew something was a-miss as I should have NEVER came up on em so fast. He was tangled up with an 800 rider on the last lap who refused to let him by. When I showed up I was patient at first but it became clear that his mission in life was to let NO ONE PASS! Well that's racing and that's ok too. Just please be aware that for those few of you who refuse to let anyone pass - even if they are not in your class - be ready for the wrath that comes with it and some of the boys out there in the woods can really put the heat on ya super quick.
I ran a really fast for me race at Merwin - the fastest percentile of this year (78 percent) and as I'm flying down the track I was letting anyone pass me as well! My outlook is this: Anyone who just appeared on my rear fender like an Apache helicopter on a lighting bug need only "whoop" me once and POOF!, I slide over, give em a little hand wave and problem solved.
Dave and I wadded it up as it looked like the 800 rider (not going to mention exact numbers here) was finally going to show some mercy and let us pass. Dave went left and I went right instantly and grabbed a handful. The 800 rider got loose and it looked like it was going from bad to worse. Instead of riding up the side of the 800 rider Dave snapped back into line and took the same line I chose. I already committed to it it and Dave couldn't see me so I "nudged" into him. I hit him like a 2200 foot per second 50 cal bullet hits a 2" thick steel plate. I'm not sure what happened but we slid so long in the dirt that I actually (no kidding) was able to yell stuff at Dave before we even stopped sliding.
Snapped a buckle on my asteriks, ripped out a boot buckle, trail rash on both arms, cool lil nasty hematoma on the right leg, twisted triple clamps and broken bike switch. (Gotta turn on the fuel injection or the go go is a no go.)
Dave understood completely as we talked after the show. He wanted to stay and make sure I was cool but I didn't want him to lose a possible position. (Randy is always out there...lurking...) I started pushing the bike out but soon realized that waiting for help was the best idea. Dave sent in some sweepers to help get me out when he got to scoring and let the wife know all was good.
It's doesn't have to go that way is all I'm saying. Let's have fun doing this and keep it safe!
It's all good!