In the first part of this post, you read about my experiences about being behind the fence watching motorcycle racing at my local circuit as well as my thoughts on marshalls and the sense of community within the paddock and fans.
In this second part, I will talk you through my experiences as part of a Superstock 600 team at the last round of their championship at Snetterton where I was a ‘brolly dolly’, pit border and general race fan.
I was lucky enough to be able to get hands-on with one of the Superstock 600 teams at Snetterton circuit just a few weekends ago. As a BSB fanatic, I can truly say I still can’t believe it happened – it was a very surreal weekend and one for sure that I will never forget for the rest of my life.
I rocked up at Snetterton for all three of the days at the circuit and they were all amazing – the determination from the riders was second to none, they were flying in practice sessions and then even faster in qualifying on Saturday.
Sunday was the day, the big racing day.
I’d never been on a racing grid before. But I was about to see the team, get the brolly and riders drinks bottle to head off to the grid. I was feeling lots of emotions before the event and standing at the gate waiting to step onto the grid I was purely excited. I was heading onto the grid where the majority of my friends race. But I was there (at the back of) the grid waiting for my rider to stop on the grid. Ask for his drink. And, for me to shade him with the brolly.
My other friends were up the grid on rows one and three. But standing on the grid ready to hold the brolly above my rider, I never even saw them work their way through the grid to their spot. It was all a blur!
My rider was ready, on the grid and ready to get this racing started.
His Dad put the tyre warmers on, and in seconds they were called to be taken off and the brollies were asked to be taken down. The heat of the sun was very strong and the bikes were getting hot at this time.
The grid was being cleared and the race would soon be started. So onto my next job of the day. Holding the pit board for the rider. Those things are quite heavy for a small girl, but it was another totally difference experience. The rider I was pitboarding for was reaching about 140/145mph on the Senna straight and was still waving at me to signal he’s seen the times! Wow!
Overheating and spraying water
Unfortunately, that job was cut short when he sadly crashed out on the third lap. Luckily, it was a slow crash as the bike was overheating and spraying water. This meant the rider was perfectly fine, just very angry.
The race continued and I was lucky enough to see another few laps from the pit wall where I got some photos and saw Sam Lowes (Me being a normal fan again!) I got my photo with him too.
But there was more emotions running wild!
As I overheard my friend’s team member say, “Rider being assessed!”. At this moment, I was thinking. “What?! Is he okay…?” The crash knocked him out with injury. Three broken bones in his hand jarred heel and an injured AC joint to the shoulder.
So, a brilliant experience from pit wall mixed with worry for two friends. They had crashed out in the same race, but what an experience!
I did later that day turn back to myself as a racing fan. Here I grabbed photos with: Josh Brookes, Alex Lowes, PJ Jacobsen and Dan Linfoot.