Three days of extreme madness i couldn't ...

Trip Start Apr 06, 2001
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Trip End Oct 02, 2001


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Sunday, August 26, 2001

Three days of extreme madness

I couldn't have hoped for more from my time in Brno, watching the bikes under a blistering midday sun, afternoon beers in the paddock with the Shell Advance Factory Team, then partying the night away until the wee small hours. You could of be forgiven for thinking that i had died and gone to heaven, it was one hell of a time that is surely to be repeated, more than once i dare say!!!!

Well the Australian supporters at the Grand Prix were nearly an extinct breed, but after the final qualifying session for the 500's on Saturday, the boys and I decided that it was time for an afternoon bevvie in the paddock, when out over yonder we heard AUSSIE! AUSSIE! AUSSIE! OI! OI! OI!. We wandered over and met some boys from Perth, who had come over especially for the G.P. It just so happened that Trevor was the head honcho for Shell Oil back in Oz, and was part of the Shell Advance Factory Team.

So we all strolled back to the paddock, Aussie flag held up high, and sat down for an afternoon practice session of our own. We already had a couple of pints under our belt by the time the Shell Advance Team Manager dropped in, i was slightly off the pace, i think D.J. had provisional poll. Anyways, talking bikes for an hour or so, then Brendan Clarke rocked in, there new 500cc rider from back home, although he wasnt drinking for obvious reasons. So there we were, talking 500's with somebody from the other side of the fence, i was totally blown away. He talked about how the bike was handling, what it was like to ride around the Brno circuit with an enormous crowd gathered around, vintage stuff!!!

We dragged ourselves back into Brno around 9pm, grabbed some tucker before we hit the clubs. We partied the night away, i was backing up from the previous night, unsuccessful i might add. I walked up to the most stunning babes in the place, and used the best pick up line i could muster using the strongest Australian accent i could find, so do you girls speak English. They responded in German, which translated as, "No we only speak German", are SHITZER!!!!

Up early the next morning, RACE DAY. The grandstands were packed and it was unbelievably hot, the Rossi and Biaggi fan clubs were out in full colour, fireworks and flares were exploding around us, left, right and centre. A awesome atmosphere for a full day of racing. Watched the 125's and 250's from up high in the grass amphi-theatre, the best vantage point, before i went down to the fence for the main event and mingled with the Rossi fan club. Luckily i had bought a souvenir yellow shirt the day before so i was able to fit right in, if i was wearing the red "Biaggi colours" it would have been like waving my arse in front of a raging bull!!! Well Biaggi came off his bike right in front us, the boys around me went hysterical, the Biaggi boys just down from us were seeing Red, literally. I fight nearly broke out but luckily the Italians came to there senses, otherwise all hell would of broken loose.

So when Valentino came around on his victory lap, i was nestled amongst his supporters, savouring the truimph of three days of racing, everybody was going balistic, but who could blame them, it was riveting racing and to see it live was what its all about.

Back to the paddock once again, chatted to the Shell Team about how they bikes had both blown up, Brendan was disappointed that his gear box smashed to bits, but the kid is only 17 years of age, plenty more racing to be had. Unfortunately the last bus back to Brno was at 7pm, so i left the boys to there beers as i dashed back to the bus stop, weaving in between the massive racing trucks that had packed up and were heading home.

exhausted


Grin





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