Back down to earth now having spent a day at work, here's how it went on Sunday.....................
Having sorted out the bikes straps on the trailer I was on the road, an hour later and I arrive at Curborough, just on the outskirts of Lichfield. Amazingly, my mate Nick has arrived all the way from Hampshire just 5 minutes before me
Nick has a Berg 450 and with him is Rob on his DRZ400E and Simon, also on a DRZ. We are soon nicknamed Team Bannana as we are the only yellow bikes there as well as being the only DRZ's
By the time we set up in the paddock the sun is setting so we go for a quick walk around the track.
It's only now that it really dawns on me that this is a Sprint track, not strictly a Hill Climb. That is, it is flat (not a hill) and it is fast, very fast. So, horsepower rules here as do big cajones. I don't do speed; tight, technical, up hill and twisty is fun; open and fast is not, my cajones are smaller than peanuts and I really do start to get scared, really good old fashioned scared.
We go in search of grub but due to good old British hospitality find that all the local pubs have stopped serving food by 9pm - what was the point of late opening and the so called continental cafe culture
So a curry is eaten too fast and too late and we retire to our tents around 1ish.
6am and somebody has turned the lights on. I awake with a rumbling stomach and already it's too hot so out of my sleeping bag I get, take some piccies of the sleeping bikes and get a brew on.
Bikes are fettled and last minute tweaks made (like Rob pumping up his tyres due to discovering his rear tyre only had 10psi in it

).
8am and scruitineering is open - off I trundle with the DRZ and into the hands of the scruites it goes.
"Are your sump plugs wired up?" Er no................
"OK, just wrap some wire around them so they look like they are" Er, OK.........
"Have you got a sprocket cover?" Er no...................
"Make one and bung it on - pass

" ER, OK .................
So, one scrounged old mudguard and one cable tie later I have a sprocket cover
The riders meeting is called and it's explained that the first rider to crash cleans the bogs and safety issues such as only one rider on the track at a time are explained
The it's off to the pits, get kitted up and it's not long that I'm in the queue for the start line, it's only 10am and I am really hot (not a cloud in the sky) and really scared. What the hell am I doing here, why, why, why
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Then it's my go. Get the front wheel positioned so that an amber light comes on but not too far forward so that the red light comes on. The starter places a chock behind your back wheel and once the track is clear a green light comes on and you are free to go when ready.
I'll finish off tomorrow 'cos I knackerd and bed beckons - night, night.
Andres