It’s 0’dark-thirty on a sunday morning, and I’m not up late partying. I actually just got up. Probably the only thing good enough to get me out of bed this early is the possibility of points and a trophy, or at the very least, some new rash on my suit. I’ll have photos up when I get back.
I borrowed my brothers XR100 supermoto yesterday, and throughly abused it at the Willow Springs kart track. It stuck like ten year old all-season tires on crumbling asphalt, accelerated almost as fast as a bicycle, and had only slightly better braking than a speedway bike. I slid all over the place, crashed twice, and chased down both small children and full grown adults on YSR and NSR 50’s. I’m going to look into stickier rubber, better jetting, and maybe molasses in place of fork oil and see how I do against the other weirdos road racing a 9 year old’s dirt bike.