PMP Piru 6/24/06

Oiy, what a week it's been! After killing the 2-smoke at CCMX I've been back on the 
CRF230F. Unfortunately, I was running my supermoto tires 'cause there wasn't time to 
change 'em on Sunday and then I was expecting the parts to show up for the 2-smoke 
on time so I didn't bother. Not such a big deal at CCMX - The track was pretty packed 
in and dry so, the tires didn't work too bad but, I knew it was gonna be sketchy at 
Piru. So, the plan was to just circulate as quick as I could and to get some points.

It was bad.
Yes, I'm still pretty mediocre at this dirt thing but, I could barely keep 
the bike under me while riding straight and taking anything but the shortest and 
slowest jumps was causing a lot more testicle shrinkage on landing than I cared for.

In the first moto I ended up finishing close behind Jomy and I wanted to improve on 
that in moto two. It seemed pretty do-able if I'd just sack-up on a couple more of the
jumps. So, I go for the first one in the second moto. It's normally an easy fourth 
gear jump but I manged to wiped-the-hell-out on landing.

I think the front tucked but, I was on my face before I new what was happening. My 
goggles / glasses got knocked off and my abdomen was on fire. I grabbed my glasses and 
took off as fast as I could figuring that the whole "to vomit or not to vomit" thing 
goin' on inside of me could be decided on the bike just as easily as it could face 
down on the side of the track.

The forks were bent and I was missing my clutch lever but, at least it only took about 
half a lap for the drool and eye watering to slow down enough that I could pick up the 
pace a bit. On the last lap I saw that I was catching back up with Jomy ...and fast! It 
should've been so easy and I tried, oh I tried but, lost again. Damn.

Straight back to my pit - going to my usual, "I'm hurt but I don't know how bad so, 
load up before your body has a chance to figure it out" thing while distracting my 
brain with pleasant thoughts about NOT puking into a porta-potty. Ever.

After that was done, I did a quick self inspection before hoping into the truck: The 
usual road rash and bruising on my chest and shoulders but, it looked like I took a 
solid handlebar shot to the gut from what I could tell through all the blood and dirt. 
The whole thing was swollen and very tender to touch but, everything seemd to work 
and nothing came out the wrong color so, I went home to sleep it off.

Yehaw!!!!