Barber was a mixed bag for me this year. I broke my foot in Thursday's 4th practice session riding my Seeley 750. I passed a backmarker in Turn 5 and screwed it on a little too quick and the rear broke free and spun around on me so fast I didn't have time to react. Over the highside I flew. I remember in mid-flight thinking "Ooofah, this is gonna hurt". The bike came down on my foot and I smacked my noggin pretty good. I tried to get up but fell back down, so I laid there for about 30 seconds, doing the extremity check. When I did get up, I knew my weekend's plans had changed.
Funny story: I rode back to the paddock on the crash truck, refusing to take the ambulance. After I managed to get my boot and sock off I could tell I was messed up, so asked a friend to see if he could find out where the best hospital was in Bhm so he could drive me in. He ran out to the pit lane and asked an official looking guy wearing a Barber shirt who was walking by if he knew the area. The gent responded, "Uhhhh, well yes, I guess you could say I do". My friend proceeded to tell him about my malady and asked if there was a decent hospital nearby. The guy walked straight into my pit, under my tent, reached out his hand to shake mine and said, "Hi, I'm George Barber. How can I help you?". I just about had a coronary. I didn't feel worthy! George sat down and talked with me while he radioed one of his guys to bring driving instructions to UAB hospital. He offered up a car service to take me in (I politely declined). What a wonderful dude he is. On Friday, he came back over to check on me, and remembered my name. Pretty cool. I told him there was "no place on earth I'd rather be". And that was the truth.
I managed to get a little practice in on Friday, but was in big pain. In Saturday's race I went out on my G50 but couldn't keep the foot on the peg so pulled in after 2 laps. No F750 for me.
Sunday was a different day. The foot felt a little better, the swelling was down, and I made it out in 500 Premier on the G50. I took off and led from the start for 6 laps. I was having a blast and a great dust-up with a couple of fast dudes right at my heels. I didn't feel much pain, and it didn't matter. Then, on the exit of the infamous T5, I missed a shift, then another, then another. The box wouldn't go into gear. I managed to get it in, but had been passed by two others. I pushed hard to catch, but it popped out of gear yet again (maybe 2 other times). So I took my 3rd place and was okay with that. I ran a great race until then, and the bike was absolutely flying. When I got back to the paddock and sat down I was in a lot of pain and it was obvious my foot wasn't going to make another race, so that was the end of my racing for this year. C'est la vie.
I had a great time laughing and BSing with all the folks who came by. Good to see you all. The weather was perfect, and in my forced downtime I actually got out from under my canopy to watch some racing.
Today it's back to work on bikes. Complete with a sad limp and Technicolor toes.