2 of my friends and I all did our bike tests at the end of last year and bought ourselves off road machines. I chose an '04 KTM 250excf, Hugh got a '02 Yamaha WR250 and Ted(another Alex) a Suzuki DR350. We did a fair amount of 'green laning' and charging about up on Salisbury plain and a few other places local to us, but none of that could of prepared us for Sunday! I'd had a run of bad luck with my bike and a lack of time (working on the cars every weekend) meant I'd hardly used it for the last 2-3 months, so I was a bit out of practice/shape (getting the excuses in early).
The event was to start at 11am and finish at 2pm, with the winner being the person to do the most amount of laps in that time. Each lap was approx 3.5 miles.
The three of us had initially said we would stick together for the first lap, but once the flag was dropped, it was every man for himself!
I got the fastest lap out of the three of us on the very first lap, but I was pushing too hard and after another half a lap I had to pull over to the side and get my breath back for 5-10 minutes, the heat was killer and lack of experience meant I was putting in 2 or 3 times as much effort as I really needed. I was holding onto the the handle bars for grim death and my forearms quickly became the weakest link, meaning regular stops to try and get fresh blood into them or risk falling off or letting the bike get the better of you. At one point in the wooded section I dropped the bike on a tight corner with 5 guys right behind me, I completely blocked the track, I was completely drained and have no idea how I got the bike up and out of the way, but the effort I had to summon left me screwed for a good 10 minutes after, but luckily I didn't hold the other competitors up for more than a moment. Lesson learnt, stop when your tired!
After a couple of hours we all started to get the feel for it and were pootling round at an average pace with no-one really knowing who had done the most laps out of us three, I thought I was at least 2 laps down on Ted and 1 down on Hugh, meaning Ted would take the honours.
A phone call later that eveing from a slightly disappointed Ted, revealed that Hugh had actually taken the honours as he's managed to cross the start/finish line a minute before the end, and as he completed his lap within the given time meant he'd done 10 laps, and Ted and I had done 9. 31 miles in 3 hours!
Its questionable if I enjoyed it at the time, especially for the first couple of hours and I didn't sleep very well last night as each time I moved a different muscle would hurt. Today I ache like never before..... but I'm itching to get back out there and do it all again!! : )
Hugh, Alex(Ted) and I all geared up and ready to go.
The three of us at the start.
Trying to look cool for a photo, nearly lost control of the bike! lol

Me holding someone up through the woods.


