AMA Vintage Days is now behind us, and overall was a great weekend.
My older brother came up and hung with me for the day on Friday. He's been there several times, and always enjoys the event. Great bonding time for he and I.
When we are usually dashing for cover and collapsing canopies from incoming storms, this year was rain free, but we actually could of benefit from it. By midafternoon, the heat was becoming uncomfortable and dust heavy, especially if you were racing.
I raced 4 moto's Saturday, and then 4 moto's Sunday. I felt pretty good but had to keep it in mind that I was still on the mend from earlier injuries and surgery back in April. So, riding smart and conservative was the plan for the weekend.
The one interesting story that we come home with was that I did manage to put in 7 races without the first issue and was still feeling good and pain free. No bobbles, get-offs or wrecks, and really rode very well (for myself) I would say. That is until my final race on Sunday: Race 14, Senior 40+ Class, moto #2. ............... Moto-1 had 7 racers in my class, and we were a double gate drop with Masters 60+ class on 2nd gate drop. On moto #2 that afternoon is where it went bad.
Us 40+ riders came off the gate, (only 5 of us now). We got through the first couple of turns and the group blasted away leaving me behind. I was OK with that, as at this point, I just wanted to enjoy my final moto, load up and go home.
By the last lap, the rest of the 40+ guys were a half a lap ahead of me, (or better). And I had been passed by two racers from the 60+ class and they were ahead of me. I had just crossed the scoring line for the white flag. There were a couple of riders behind me in pursuit, (60+ racers). First turn after white flag, no problem. But going into the second turn (180deg hairpin) I had a rider working a pass around me in the corner. So I cut it tight to the inside, and he swept the outside. We both emerged from the corner hard on the throttle, but then he decides to gun it hard and crosses over into my line in the middle of the track before the small single jump. He cuts hard left and his rear wheel hits my front wheel so hard that I can't even react fast enough to save it, and down I go. I slammed the deck incredibly hard and wadded up. The SOB didn't even look back to see what he had just done, and HE KNEW IT! I managed to get up and started yelling and raising both fist at the ass as he raced away. My very last lap, of my final weekend moto (#8), without any issue and the SOB takes me out.
I'm over it now, but I was spitting nails. After getting my YZ restarted, I made everybody wait on me as I was determined to get in my final lap.
Some race pic's.