
Winter Dual – Round 2
That was the most mental dual ever. Last night, we raced dual in a blizzard, with temperatures well below zero, with gusting winds and the sloppiest of mud. We were all wet, cold and grinning. There were a couple of cases of near hypothermia, many hands didnt work well enough to pull brake levers let alone hold on to bars. The chattering of teeth could be just about heard over the wind and there were many shouts of “Cant we just go home now?”.
In short.
WE LOVED IT.
This was the first dual out at Jacks, many thanks to him for having us. We raced on the proper dual track which Joe, Duncan and Peaty had spent a while getting in to shape. A year of cows trampling berms and weeds growing through doesn’t really make for a the best racing. Cheers Lads.
The night started out pretty standard. Lashing rain and cold. When setting out the course I was wondering if the soggy bottomed berms would stand up to the lashing they were about to get. I shouldn’t have worried, they were magnificent!
Just as practise was drawing to a close, the sleet that we had been riding in turned to snow. We’re sheltered by a big stone wall up there to a certain degree, but right at the top of the track, there is no shelter. Just driving wind. AND SNOW.

“Mental night racing dual salmon in the snow!!!! would of liked to beat @stevepeat on his home track but he had a sore vagina and didnt ride. #ATL #closet #cumtrump” Photo: Ratboy
Racing commenced once Peaty had got his excuses out of the way and the lads Smashed it. An amazing display of racing. Such good fun, so tight and just some of the most amazing cornering I have ever seen.
I’ve watched a lot of dual races now. But seeing Ratty bar drag the first inside tight right was something to behold. The mud was so slick but he was so far over. If only it had been possible to get a camera out we might have some evidence.
Anyway. To get 26 racers out on a night like that goes to show that dual rules. Racing bikes is the best. That duallers are a committed breed and that racing runs through their blood. Cy Turner commented (just before he ran off early) “you’re like the pied piper getting these mad bastards out on a night like this”. All I did was set a time and a place, this lot definitely march to their own tune.
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