23/03/2025
CRMC Mallory Park first race weekend of 2025 - where do we start!
Friday - arrive early and get set up. Take bike to scrutineering only to find there was an issue with a crack in the switchgear, which had made the unit come loose. I guess that’s what happens with a 40 year old bike. Luckily I had a spare with me, a quick change over and back to scrutineering and all passed. Ready to race.
Saturday - Practice was in damp conditions. But qualified 20th overall. Race conditions were a lot better as the track had dried, I even managed lap times of 1:03m. Due to incidents on track which delayed all races in the day, I only got one race in and the other three were to be run the next day. However, that one race was my best ever so far and I finished in third place!
Now Sunday was a different kettle of fish. Lots of rain, meant a damp track. First race of the day and I qualified in 15th on the grid. A great start off the line, settled in but the track was wet. I was in a battle with three other riders with positions swapping frequently. Passed the riders at the Hairpin and Devils Elbow and the third before Gerrards. This gave me a good run down the Stebbe Straight towards the John Cooper Esses AND that’s where it went wrong. Exiting the right-hander, as I opened the throttle the back end came round to bite without warning, and I parted company with the bike landing in the middle of the track on my left hand with a thud. Scrambled to safety quickly before being sliced by bikes heading towards me at 90 mph.
After the mandatory trip to the medical centre and the bike going to the tech bay for assessment, Mrs Jones came to find me and called me a t**t! Off to A&E tomorrow for an X-ray as I have sausages for fingers and a swollen hand with bruising coming through.
The bike needs some TLC before the next race meeting in Anglesey at the beginning of May.
Great to see lots of friends and family come along to support us and thanks to friends for helping us pack away today.
As ever thanks to Mrs Jones for not losing her s**t when I went
P.S. it’s actually Mrs Jones typing this because fat fingers would take 3 hours to do it.