Monday, June 25, 2012

About bad starts, flat tires, stomach cramps, and broken bikes

June 24, 2012 JDay GP, Crowhill 2, Baldwinville, MA


After missing last weekend’s race due to an awesome trip home to Wisconsin to hang with my peeps and spending time on boats, Jet Skis, and bikes, it was time to get into race mode again and head up to Crow Hill, MA for another JDay race (www.jdayoffroad.com). Crow Hill easily qualifies as one of my favorite courses, love the MX track and the trails and extreme section are pretty sweet as well. John Day and his crew changed it up a bit for this one and we ran the MX track and the extreme section backwards, which made it really fun and challenging. I was amped to go rip it up, especially since my grandparents came all the way from Michigan to watch.

Moto 1: Wow…the old me was back. Dead last off the starting line (it took 2 kicks to get the bike started), and into a sharp right hand turn we went. I have been here before, it is the most frustrating part of racing for me…I just can’t seem to get off the line the way I want to. I had my work cut out for me big time. I fell in behind Luke Y, who is one of the top 3 riders in my class – he botched his start as well – so I figured that if I follow him, and stay close, we can get back up to the front. Unfortunately the plan backfired, Luke took a line that was pretty sketchy, and almost crashed, and when I hit the same spot, I went down. The bike ended up in a weird position and it took me way too long to get back up. I found myself in the back of the pack yet again (all of this happened very early in the race). I was pretty mad, and just really wanted to ride well, and show my best side. I worked through the moto, made some good line choices and tried to get back to at least the top 5, so I could have a shot at a podium in the afternoon. The course really was a lot of fun, I turned the fastest lap time (I know…doesn’t mean anything, but it does give me confidence and prove that I have the speed), and ended up in 4th when it was over. Close enough, I’m still in the hunt. I wasn’t overly excited, but thought I had ridden well enough to feel really good about it. Time to relax and hang with mom, dad, grandma and pops.
Moto 2: I was fired up, amped up, ready to go, and just wanted to get off the start without major glitches…really, is that too much to ask for? The flag dropped, the bike started right away, and we were off…NOT. I don’t know what I was thinking, sometimes I just get caught in the wrong routine (the privilege of a 15 year old), I sat there and made sure my kick starter was put away nicely, while others were already in turn 1. Holy Batman, I found yet another new way to make my racing “wayyyyy” harder than necessary. I know this sounds like many of my other races, but here we go again, head down, back to work. I made it all the way to 5th place when I started to experience major stomach pains…these were cramps that made my eyes water. I had to back off and switch to trail riding mode, there was nothing in my tank that would let me push. I don’t know what caused it, I ate a lot of water melon and blue berries for lunch, who knows. At this point I just wanted to finish and get off my bike. Standing on the bike was brutal, sitting wasn’t any better, I certainly wasn’t racing anyone at that time. I started to drop back a little, but wouldn’t let myself quit. Then, to top it all off, I got a flat tire, so now I felt like I was in labor and my equipment tried to deliver the baby. As I rolled through the finish line turn into the scoring tent, some bozo (I’m guessing a future Nascar fan) decided to T-bone me hard for 7th place…nice…REALLY??!? The result of this? A destroyed front end, broken brake caliper and mount, lots of bruises, and a whopping 8th place in moto 2.

With a 4/8 in my motos I ended up in 5th  overall and I am now pretty far off 1st place in the championship, sitting in 3rd. Missing the next Jday race(see below)  won’t help my cause either, as I have used up my throw away already…now my goal is to finish in the top 3 overall, and bounce up to the A class next year.

I have to find a way to make my races easier on myself…it doesn’t help to turn A level lap times and make C level mistakes to take myself out. I can win any one of these, if only I could get my mental game sorted out.
Next up…a break for almost 3 weeks as I am traveling to Austria (home of the Erzberg Enduro) to visit my cousin and my grandparents…it’s a good thing too as I think dad needs some time to find parts for the bike and rebuild it. When I get back from my trip I am going to work on my starts some more, IF dad can have the bike fixed by then.

BTW, you can leave comments below, I’d love to hear from you! If you have a race blog yourself, let me know the link, I sure would like to read it.

A huge “Thank You” to my sponsors, I truly appreciate the opportunity to represent them: Moose Racing/Part Unlimited (www.mooseracing.com), Kenda Tires (www.kendausa.com), Summit Clothing (www.summitt-clothing.com), Amsoil (www.amsoil.com), and of course mom & dad

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Hunter “747” Neuwirth

Monday, June 11, 2012

Red Fern GP, Chester, NH, June 10th


After being cancelled last week due to excessive rain and conditions that would have destroyed the property, it was time this week for the JDay Red Fern Grand Prix in Chester, NH. This property is typically used for horse activities, so I thought it was pretty cool that they would let a bunch of dirt bikers race there.
We left the house at 6.30 in the morning to drive a little over 2 hours to get there...as usual, not a bad drive at all. Conditions were interesting...super nice day, temperature was in the high 80's, and the woods and track were extremely wet and muddy from the rain during the week. This was one of those days where anything could happen...and it certainly did. GP racing is funny that way...at Red Fern we had the usual dead engine start, a woods section that beat you to pulp, a grass section with mud that was knee deep, and I am not exaggerating, and an extreme section with huge logs that made you feel like you signed up for an enduro cross. All in all big fun. John Day and his crew put on another awesome event! You can check it out at www.jdayoffroad.com

Moto 1: I lined up on the outside left as it looked like the mud on the inside would swallow your bike up hole. The flag dropped and off we went...I started decently, and was mid pack going into turn one - a sweeping right hander. The outside worked well, I stayed in it and sort of flat tracked around the corner, coming out of turn one in 3rd place...not bad...I had accomplished my goal of being in a position to be able to race for the win.
In my class there seem to be 6 or 7 of us that could beat each other at any time, and if you like to race it really doesn't get much better than that....we battled back and forth, wheel to wheel, elbow to elbow, jockeying for position as we entered the extreme section for the 1st time. I REALLY should have looked at this before the race and thought about it a little bit more, but I didn't....brain fart. I was in second place when I hit the first monster log and decided to hit it at speed and send it - hey, it would have looked cool if it worked - I landed the monster log but wasn't set up for the small greasy log that was on an angle right behind it, and there was no room to correct or slow down. So I hit that thing hard and things went "B-O-O-M". Bike flew right, I flew left, or maybe it was the other way around...I don't remember. Good thing it was muddy...made for a softer landing. Of course dad was standing right there and got to see/experience the entire thing, my bike actually hit him and a few other spectators. Shouldn't have been so close to the track people...good times. So this wipe out took me from 2nd all the way back to 6th place, but I was still close enough to have a shot at it. I went to work and got back up to 3rd when we entered the extreme section for the second time. Normally I'd learn from my mistakes, but nothing about this day was normal...I sent it again, hit the 2nd log way too fast and "B-O-O-M" it went again...bike flew right, I flew left, and of course dad was standing right there...again...this time he was laughing hard, maybe he was laughing at me, maybe he was laughing with me, not sure. Anyway, it must have been another good one for the many spectators lining the track as they were cheering pretty loud (hopefully someone got a picture of my lawn dart). This crash took me right back to where I just came from...6th. I definitely learned my lesson now...I am definitely not Taddy Blazusiak, and I have the scars and bruises to prove it. I rode my butt off for the rest of the moto, crashed a few more times on the super slick grass track...did I mention that the ruts were just really deep? I did manage a 3rd and had an insane amount of fun battling with the guys. Time to ice my wounds...


Moto 2: I picked the same spot on the starting line as in moto 1, as that seemed to work well for me. The flag dropped, my bike started 1st kick, and just like in moto 1 I entered turn one somewhere mid pack and came out in 3rd. Not bad. Let the battle begin. This was a good one. The top 5 were so close, dad said you could throw a blanket over us...I made a pretty hard pass for 2nd (nothing like a little pushing and shoving when 2 of us are going for the same line) and figured I can now take my time and let the heat (85 degrees) and difficult course do the work for me. I felt strong and didn't want to rush anything. Unfortunately the grass track bit me yet again, I dropped the bike on a right hander and lost 2nd place to drop back to 4th. At this point we entered the woods section and man, was it gnarly. Considering that it was really pretty wide open in most sections, the trail still got to be super technical, mud holes, roots, rocks...it was so slippery I felt like someone put ice on the trail to make sure we crash more. There were many lines burnt in so it almost got a little confusing at times. I passed for 3rd and figured I could get back up to 2nd within the next lap. The extreme section was much kinder to me in this moto, I gave up being Mr. Spectacular for consistent lap times...maybe I did learn my lesson after all. Then Jake S. on his Yamaha passed me, and I decided to go with him to see if we can work our way up to the front together....we spent the better part of lap three and four working our way through lappers and ended up in 2 and 3 going into the final lap. I had one more nasty crash where I somehow got my arm stuck in the "crotch of a tree" ...for real...but I didn't lose too much time and was able to catch back up. When we came out of the woods/extreme section for the last time I saw dad spinning his arm like a wind mill...at first I thought he was warming up for his race, but then I realized that he was telling me to gooooooo! as I was right on 2nd place and could still get it in the last few turns. I made the pass on the very last straight away, a slight uphill, going into the finish. Just goes to show...you just can't ever quit...no matter what. So with a 3 & 2 in my motos I ended up 3rd over all, and yes, I'd rather win, but I'll take a 3rd too. I am still learning this terrain (it is so different from the Midwest stuff I'm used to), and race format, and I truly think that the only reason I was able to get on the box this time was because I worked harder. Nothing about this race felt smooth or easy...all of it was just nasty and as you know...I like nasty - Big Fun.

To cap the day off, they gave me the wrong trophy (2nd), and I didn't realize it until we were too far down the road...so Jake, I have yours and you have mine :)

Unfortunately I don't have any pictures, windmill dad decided to race (err....ride, ha-ha) and his race started right after mine, so he didn't have time to take pictures, and mom and my sister sat this one out. The one riding shot of me is taken by Economy Photography...I hope you guys don't mind that I am using it.

As always, I really need to say "Thank You" to my sponsors, Moose Racing/Parts Unlimited, Kenda Tires, Summit Clothing, Amsoil (Thank You Rummels for the hook up), my friends that help me with my riding, and of course my mom and dad.

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Hunter "747" Neuwirth