World Speedway Champ.

Congratulations to Greg Hancock from the U S of A.
41 years young and still got it.
World titles 14 years apart.
Brained last years Champ by 50 odd points.
Go the almost old blokes.
AC.

Thanks for the heads up on this. I notice he whips more straight steering than counter steering, very cool.

[video]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QKVSwBWYZY&feature=related[/video]

If you want to see NERVES taking over, get on FOX sports speedway or Speedway gp.com.
Stock Jawa 500cc engines are about 68 hp. 11,000 revs. No gear box, clutch only, no brakes, no rear suspension.
Four laps of 1/4 mile, standing start, usually under a minute.
No time for dreaming at the starting gate.
New clutch plates and rear tyre every race.
Hence you see the boys waiting at the start gate, double and triple checking everything.
Fuel on, clutch adjustment just right, gogles. tearoffs. Fuel on, clutch........
NERVES. I'd like to see a heart rate monitor on one of them.
Slip the clutch for the first 40 odd meters so she doesn't spin up too much.
Good motor for a Featherbed frame and a 6 sp box.....??
Yaa hoo.

Gosh Aussie that is not what I wanted to read just before trying to sleep before Texas trip. Yet its the stuff I dream of and want to master some level of it on Peel Combatant. I kind of got forced into similar d/t THE Gravel travel and can hang a skewed turn on spinning rear while leaned but not with the wild abandon of protected circle track. I used to wonder if I had the nervous system to even try that stuff and found I do to some extent just not to what extent. I've only gotten like 6 yr in punctuated intervals of riding since 1971 so having to creep up on it and stuff it in at the same time. One experience that transformed me - scared me to find out how much stupid nerve I have was Codes Corner school on a real sports bike 1st time, the kind with fairing and funny low down bars and high up foot pegs - squatter thingie and taking it into a 270' sweeper till the foot peg folded up shoving foot out then leaned some more till the fairing chin scraped and it began to tank slap fight to stay down with front and rear scrubbing the rims, then NAILED it to see what happens when Tarmac is attacked so harsh it becomes as loose and easy as THE Gravel skiing. The really scary thing to me now is I can't see myself riding the sweeping smooth lines the speedway guys do. Every reflex in me is to avoid sliding outward at all costs which means loading bike up faster than it can crash. Molasses cold wet sumped oil should be out by now so can drain tank into same bowl, so off to work we go ho ho. 'Puter clock here says 2:47am a normal routine fettering hour on a work day.