Well, so ends another Dust Hustle, and my fucking Honda let me down again.
While at least last year it went half the day before shitting itself, this time it was turn one of track one. Spent 5 minutes kicking it over, it'd run for a minute, then die again. Repeat all day. We didn't really fix it so much as find a way to un-fuck it faster, which was by pulling off the fuel line and putting it back on again, which would indicate its something in the carby not letting the fuel flow freely.
But as bad as my day was I did not have the worst. No that would be the poor bastard who had to be medevac'd out by helicopter after copping a suspected broken pelvis, at least according to the track official I talked to. Was a hell of a thing to suddenly have dozens of bikes halt mid-race to watch a helicopter circle the fields at treetop height before landing in the car park.
But yeah, despite all this, and the rip off that was a "large" coffee smaller than at Maccas small cup that cost $9, I will be going again. Because where else can you see absolute mad lads tonking about on dirt tracks on bikes not meant to go offroad, or bikes that ARE but in silly costumes? Or the one guy who put the entire fiberglass shell of a jetski around his CT110...