Once again it is the battle of the EX500 trio, myself, Kurt and Michael all riding Kawasaki's underdog commuter twin that was never designed to be a racer. My bike is the fastest and lightest of the three, having been developed over the last two years by yours truly, but I also have only about 20 laps around this racetrack, and I am struggling. The rain is also a real problem. A simple fall at the beginning of the season can bring about a quick end to the season, dashing any championship hopes. I have to keep it upright. I remind myself that this is simply going to be a throwaway weekend and there will be plenty of opportunities to accumulate points. As long as I don't do something stupid.
The three of us battle back and forth in the wet conditions. I make it up to second place a few times, but then get passed by Kurt in a few of the sections of the course I am still trying to figure out. As if on cue the ignition starts crapping out again. I am pissed, screaming inside my helmet as the rain streams down the face shield and my boots fill with water.
I soldier on and finish third with the leaders still in my sights, but unable to be caught by me. Thoughts turn to tomorrow, and drier weather.
|Herein lies my ignition trouble. Somewhere.|