The season started well, with
a 1st row qualifier at Suzuka. I was aboard my 'Blade and
feeling confident for a top 6 finish in the race. The bike
seemed to be losing out coming out of the bends a bit, but
I could outbrake even Barros, and he's supposedly the king
of the late brakers, so things felt good.
Come
the day of the race I had a sudden change of heart and went
for a close ratio gearbox and a tad more compression on
the rear. This set up had worked OK before, so today would
be the acid test. After a good start and leading for two
laps I slipped to fourth, but I pipped Checa at the chicane
and then made myself as wide as possible. These tactics
worked, a podium finish and 16 points in the bag, YEEHAA!!
The confidence I felt on the
flight to Malaysia was one of pure delight. Johor held no
secrets from me, I'd been there in pre-season testing and
knew I could cream Doohan and co. For qualifying I chose
a medium rear and a soft front. The close ratio box was
made even closer ratio and so I set off on my qualifying
laps. I kept coming back to the pits to bugger around and
before I knew it I had 2 minutes of qualifying left and
my bike was all over the place. I had to do a quick lap
and avoid all the kitty litter just to get a decent start
number. Oh my God, now the pressure was on. The gearing
was all over the place, 2nd, 3rd and 4th, were far too close
and I was just clicking into 6th with about 100 yards before
the left hander after the long straight. The bike was crap,
so was I. Anyway, a 4th row qualifier was all I could muster.
I started the race only to end up crashing too much. I put
this all down to feeling tired after a hard day in the orifice,
so I shut it all down, ensuring I didn't save the game so
I could improve the next time I was in Johor.
Last
night I felt confident of a top 8 at Johor, considering
the bike was so badly set up and race day was upon me. I
could do a Rainey and ride round the problems, after all,
this is the 2000 'Blade we're talking about here. I loaded
the computer and found I had travelled all the way to Spain
.... ? Where was my 3rd row qualifier at Johor?? I frantically
clicked away and found that there was no record of this.
I checked the standings and sure enough, I'd been classified
a DNF and zilcho points. Oh shit, from 3rd to 10th in the
championship standings in one foul swoop. It's a bitter
pill to swallow I know, but I would endeavour to persevere
and Jerez, like Johor, held no secrets. I had qualified
on pole there before.
After
qualifying 3rd, groovy baby, the race started. The bike
again was shite, but I could do 'em all on the brakes and
just go up the inside and bump 'em out the way. I led the
race for a couple of laps and then disaster struck. The
following pack were right up my chocolate starfish, all
of 'em!! Obviously I'd been holding 'em up. I panicked when
I saw how close Abe was and promptly ran off the track,
1st to 15th on a matter of seconds!! OUTSPAN!! Right this
is it, do or die stuff with a lap and half to go. I have
never done a lap quicker at Jerez and was only two seconds
outside the lap record - that's good for me, so stop laughing.
But in the preceding half lap I did go wide again, so came
10th overall. Not good, and I stayed 10th in the overall
standings.
Mugello
next, bit of an unknown quantity. I'd only toyed with the
track before, doing the high speed runs down the straight
to see how fast I could go before braking and crashing in
dramatic style. I think 183mph was the best I'd got, so
I hadn't really tried too hard. I made sure that during
qualifying the gearing was spaced nicely. Not too far and
giving a 175ish top speed should do. Pole position was my
reward - I was back with a vengeance! The race came and
I was leading after the first few bends and really finding
where I could go much quicker than the rest. But again,
I panicked and overshot into the sand. 18th? What is going
on? Rather than hit escape and restart the session, I persevered.
8th overall was all I could muster, but it'll do. I'm gonna
do the championship again I decided, but I need to experience
all tracks first.
OK, so after 3 races and a
"not self imposed" DNF, I am lying a lowly 8th
in the championship, on 28 points I believe.
Not bad for a novice, but the
hard bit seems to be consistency and stringing more that
two quick laps together.
I'll get there though.
Sometimes
laters ....
Due to a lack of promised funds
forthcoming from my Sponsor, I have had to cancel my first
GP500 season. However, due to the undoubted skill that was
noticed by HRC and rookie of the year title that I managed
to obtain in my short time with the 'Blade, I have been
snapped up by the Repsol Honda team as no.2 to Mick Doohan
(uh?) ... Honda obviously reward loyalty!
The new season has started
off well, with race wins at Suzuka, Mugello and Jerez. Poles
too numerous to mention and a fastest lap of 1:24.006 at
Paul Ricard has been established and now logged in the archives.
I am currently lying level 1st in the table with "my
mate" Mick as we enter the next round at Assen on 106
points.
Assen I am not looking forward
to. I have never raced there and circuit knowledge certainly
helps, as we all know. However, I will approach this race
just the same as all the others - flat out from the word
go and see where I crash first.
Assen? Difficult? Not half
mate!! However, after a specially extended practise session,
due only to the amount of crashes seen by all contenders
in this session, I managed to get quite good at it, or so
I thought. The very fast sweeping bends and flat out flat
sections mean you really have to know where you're going
or you get left behind very easily. As I was saying, I thought
I was getting good ...
Qualifying
a lowly 5th on the grid may not seem too good to the untrained
race watcher, but believe me it was hard fought, so too
was the race. I was leading by the half way stage of lap
ONE, but to hold it there meant I had to be Mr. Smooth again.
I had no one to follow so had to go quick where I knew I
could go quick and err on the side of caution where needed.
One part of the track I kept getting a fast right hand kink
wrong and realised I had to back off very early and virtually
coast round it, or that's how it seemed. During one of those
not quiet coasting moments I ended up having to take to
the grass, Max "Batty Boy" Biaggi, Doohan and
Barros caught me up and passed with consummate ease. The
best thing about being Tet is braking late, and Doohan found
this out to his cost. Basically, he got in the way and the
next time I passed the pits, the team informed me "Doohan
has retired". Seeing as we were both on level points
going into this round, I had to finish in the points. Barros
and Biaggi were well up for the scrap and the lead was changing
between the three of us several times on each lap. Lying
in 2nd, coming into the right/left/right chicane before
the start/finish straight, I got it a bit crossed up and
hit the gravel, managed to keep her upright, but Barros
was too quick for me on the exit and managed to get the
power down a bit earlier, 3rd was my reward, but a harder
race I'd not had all season. Next up Donington.
The Leicestershire countryside
was green, pleasant and seemed very welcoming, the fact
this was my home GP, filled me with a natural feeling of
confidence. Even though I'd not practised at Donington at
all during the closed season or even between races during
this season. I felt had this feeling of confidence all the
same purely because:
1/ I knew the layout from watching many races as a spectator.
2/ My time in the TOCA British Touring car series I took
part in back in '98 which was mildly successful all the
way up to the first corner of each race.
As
there was no need for Friday practice here I went on the
piss with my mechanics and left it all to do during qualifying
on the Saturday. This is how I set the bike up
just
change the gearing to a 16 F 40 R gear ratio, soft on the
front, medium on the rear tyre set up and give it the berries
on the first possible flying lap = POLE! Ha, another one.
My arms are not long enough for the amount of Certina watches
I now have to wear. Needless to say, the race was merely
a formality and my win was not surprising. On the transporter
to the Sachsenring later that week, I was feeling that I
was in a rather healthy position being at the top of the
table, but over-confidence can be a bugger.
I'd never ever, set eyes on
the Sachsenring before, what did it hold? It held 2nd on
the grid, that's what it held, but during the race, I'd
chosen the wrong rear tyre and the left hand side was worn
out in no time at all. With the bike running wide on all
the lefts and the ensuing pack breathing down my neck I
had to dig deep into my reserves of S.K.I.L.L. to keep her
on the track. It wasn't easy, but I found that I could drop
the pack a bit on right handers, once I got the power down
and this seemed enough to keep them at bay, another win
in the bag!! It's getting tough though.
I have a little time off now
to recharge my batteries, with Brno the next circuit. I've
not seen this one before either, but it shouldn't be a problem.
I have a 26 point lead on Doohan with 4 rounds to go after
this one, so I'm in a good position. Watch this space, the
500 title could be coming back to the UK. Maybe then I'll
have to wear Brut 33 and shag loads of tarts, excellent,
especially the latter!! I'll give the Brut to Keith.
Brno, you know, is a lovely
track. However, it did require a bit of practise and then
straight into the qualifying session. 4th was all I could
muster, but again it was one of those tracks that had blindingly
fast bits that if you got the line right, you dropped the
pack fairly easily, but other parts that could be tricky.
Boy did it take some doing to get a result here, but a result
I had - another win in fact, oh yes, the title is mine all
mine, but not until after another 5 rounds.
Imola next up. Oh God, this
is like Assen, bloody fast, so good gear selection required.
At Imola I struggled. Purely through lack of track knowledge
and I just couldn't get the bike set up right. It kept running
wide, I was trying different head angles, tyre choices,
the lot and before I knew it I was running out of time and
had to settle for a set up I was not entirely happy with.
Doohan was his usual smug self and I could see him casting
the odd glance toward my garage with that "I know the
BEST bike settings for here Bruce" look in his eye.
I really did feel like a fish out of water here, the pressure
was immense and I could only qualify 7th on a bike that
was not set up to my liking.
Come
race day I was feeling no better, but I had that sort of
Whithamness about me, you know, bad qualifying and possibly
a good race. The race started and at the first left/right
chicane I was bumped onto the grass and into last place.
Got to keep going, and I did. I soon picked off the V twin
500s and the Muz thing and was soon messing with the likes
of Aoki on his Suzuki, As the race progressed, my lap times
were coming down and the bike was handling like an absolute
peach, I'd obviously got a set of Michelins from God and
they were now gripping like buggery. I managed to climb
all the way to 4th, but there was no way I was get any higher,
If only the race had been a couple of laps longer? Still,
I was ahead of Doohan and Co, so it was looking good with
only a few rounds to go.
During the next week, I was
attempting to introduce some new riders to the GP circuit,
and some new leathers and lids too. This all seemed to be
going swimmingly, but upon resuming my title challenge,
the game crashed and I lost the FUCKING lot, no matter what
I did, my season was over.
Anyone who has played GP500
and busted it to change teams and riders around will know
how fickle this game is and you have to be spot on when
updating it. Sorry this all ended as a bit of a non event,
but I suggest you buy the game yourselves and give it a
go, it's brilliant and as you can tell, you can get right
into it too