How long do you hold a grudge against someone that took you out in a race?

But by making this post, are you not in fact drudging it up? But only giving us the parts of the story you want to?

 

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you really need to see the cell phone vid taken from left side of the track bleachers.. MM was past Bulega as they both approached the apex. from that vid, it's clear there was no contact between the 2 riders. Race coverage doesn't come close to the incident to see this, and yes, looks like MM took him out. The initial cell phone fan vid that was posted, from right side well behind the turn again, looks like MM used him as a berm. I could be wrong, but it's sure more clear from the cell phone fan vid i saw other day than other coverage. i'll see if i can find it. it's on the Fb "track day junkie" page.

It is something to think about if you or someone you met or know was taken out. More than likely it was a racing incident. Some riders are wreckless, but build that reputation over time.. (in most cases).

 

Marc Marquez seems to have gotten over it, but Rossi still can't let it go about a decade later, even though he was the punter and not the puntee

 

To be fair to Rossi, there was a lot that preceded "the punt" that likely embittered Rossi to his sustained level of saltiness toward MM. And given the response to the WDW incident, it seems that most of Italy and various pockets of western Europe are equally briny.

 

At the club racing level to some point and definitely at the track day level, I think you just have to go into expecting there are going to be one or two dumbasses on the track and it's one of the risks we choose to take. So no, I've never held a grudge. I'm sure there have been a few in 30 years I've been doing this sport on and off, but I can't honestly even remember a single person. I can somewhat recollect the situation and the crash, but not one person involved.

On the flip side, every incident I've been involved with, even if I think it wasn't my fault, I'm searching out the other riders involved and making sure I didn't do anything and apologizing even if I think I'm not at fault. Even when I haven't caused someone to actually crash if I did even a border line sketchy pass or anything, I'll look for the person and apologize....more times than not the person's response is "hey no problem, you were fine" (Proverbs 15:1)

 

No one's ever even touched me (or vice versa) on a racetrack. I once ran over a guy who crashed right in front of me on a corner exit, but he technically did not take me out. Someone with better skills might have had a small chance of avoiding him.

 

I've only come close to taking someone out once... braking for a corner I rammed a good friend and fellow 250GP competitor when he slowed way more than I anticipated and I was setting up for a pass on the apex or exit. My front tire hit one of his silencers and bent it up. I went straight to his pit after the race and apologized. I knew he wouldn't let me pay for the pipe straightening, so I brought a very nice bottle of red wine for him the following month.

 

I got pics years after a bike ran right between my legs and over my junk… huge hematoma and other injuries

I’d highsided out of the lead in the 3rd turn on the start and was sliding backwards on my back…off the track… gheyboys got all target fixated on my junk and ran it over… like 7 of them ran off and or crashed…

the asshole that ran me over was a friend by time I found out years later it was him… said he was scared to tell me…

we’re still friends so I guess I got over it by time it healed already

 

How did you get brain trauma from someone crushing your balls?

 

Ya know… I’ve always been able to let stuff go pretty quick. Shit happens at the track. Same with all the years of bicycle racing.

That said, the guy that ended my “career” in 2012… I don’t know who he is. Never found me that day after I got out of the ambulance. And the trackday org was awful reluctant to help figure it out. Which I guess I can understand. But I would have liked to know.

 

Dickhead?

 

Are you confused on “hematoma?”

my balls were ok thankfully… I actually dropped my drawers right in front of all the staff and a bunch of riders as one of them was a medical Dr… actually a hot chick… anyway… above my pelvis was this huge lump… the blood pocket and I thought one of my balls was up there.. so I pulled my sack out and grabbed for them and showed her they were both in my sack “so what the hell is this?!?”

 

I can assure you that I'm not.

So, you don't have brain trauma? My bad.

 

Then stop fascinating about my balls


M’fer we all know my brain is super spectacular perfecto now! This is all natural… well… naturally enhanced

 

About 30 seconds.

Circa 1980 I was racing my Yamaha TA 125 (the one in my avatar) in a 125 GP race at Summit Point. I had been working on improving my drive out of the "carousel" section, which is essential to getting a good drive through turn 10 onto the straight. On the entrance to turn 10 I was passed (lapped) by the leader. He clipped my front wheel, and the bike and I slid all the way to the gravel. Neither the bike nor I suffered any serious damage- pretty much just roadrash on my leathers and the fairing. He went down too, and he claimed that I had taken him out, but the reality (at least my perception of reality) is that I was going faster at that point of the course than he was used to me going, and thought he was passed me before he was completely passed me. It was someone I knew, but I do not remember who it was anymore. My boyfriend at the time held a grudge against him (not just for taking me out, but for saying it was my fault) far longer.

In the early 90s (after a multi-year break from racing) I was again racing the TA, which was by then considered a vintage bike, as well as a Kawasaki EX500 "Baby Ninja". I was out in practice (small bikes, Amateur riders) with the TA. Because of the light weight and low power, the line for the TA was very much "maximise cornering speed", rather than "maximize drive out of the corner", which many of the other bikes were using, so there were often intersecting lnes. Turn 4 at Summit Point is downhill right hander, and there is not a lot of runoff on the outside. Nowadays there is AirFence, but in those days it was just a tire wall.

Just before the apex I was centerpunched, and both the bike and I were thrown into the tire wall. I separated my shoulder, and the bike had significant damage. The "other guy" also went down, but wasn't hurt. He was incredibly apologetic. He was pitted with Sam Fleming (and knew Sam and I were friends) and was afraid Sam was going to be mad at him for taking out a friend.

I knew all about the problems with intersecting lines. Back in the late 1970s, some idiot decided to put all the GP machines in the same practice session. This included everything from TA (and RS) 125s to TZ750s. Turn 1 at Summit Point is a hairpin. Nowadays there is a lot of gravel runoff, but in those days there were trees relatively close to the track. Gina Bovaird (who was very good, for those of you who do not remember her) went into turn 1 on her 125 (on a maximum-cornering-speed line), ahead of Eric Buell on a TZ750 (on a maximum-drive-out-of-the-corner line), and he hit her hard. Gina and Tom were picking carbuerator parts out of the trees. They were very frustrated, but I don't think they held a grudge aginst Eric. But they never put the 125 and 750 GP bikes in the same practice session after that.

 

I've never been hit, but I was a part of someone else going down (I did too), and I'm pretty sure even though I think it was a racing incident, he doesn't feel the same way, and can never be convinced as such. He was a slow moving back marker in a different class, and I was at the back of a lead pack of 5-6 bikes running nose to tail. I was setting up a pass coming out of a double apex corner onto the straight and I didn't even see him until I was on top of him, but when the rest of the pack went on his inside, I was already committed to the deeper line to get more drive coming out, and had to stand it up to go wide to avoid contact and ass packing him. I went down trying to make the corner around the outside, and he panic braked to avoid me and also went down. I honestly felt pretty bad about it for a while, but his attitude towards me afterwards and ongoing thereafter, eased my mind about it. I understand his point of view, crashing sucks, but to be fair to both of us, it was a combined class that never should have been run together simply due to closing speeds between them and the motivation of the riders in each class. 600 Rookie, paired with heavyweight vintage. Dumb idea all around and just unnece$$ary carnage.

 

About 60 seconds. Shit happens. It’s racing.

 

To hell with that guy in my first novice race in 2000 F _him

Is 24 years too long?