You might have caught Broxy in a lowered Hiace last month as he tripped around the lower South Island with our friend Daniel Woolley, a journey that would see them zig, separate and join up again, even picking up a straggler along the way.
Oamaru was first, and third. Needing to be gone on the Friday, Blair Selfe of Oamaru Honda met us at their club track along with his son Taz and friends Jesse and Blain where we techniqued, then timed the group until they were consistently powering harder and braking later. Carrying more corner speed will be next on the agenda but we were happy with the outcome.
Before coaching down that way again, Daniel and I headed back up towards Timaru to meet a keen family from much further inland at the half way mark of Pleasant Point. It turned out that Dan was the only one to ride the Backflips track that day, instead we kept it simple on the much more gentle slopes of the pit paddock. This session was a big patience tester I can tell you, so it was awesome to hear afterwards how much Zayden had gotten from it.
That afternoon we were back at Oamaru, this time at the private track of the Hayman family. It turned out to be a riding gold mine with plenty of scope to help Luke and Jordy, including a saw dust pit. They were gracious hosts and to pay them back I went over to the milking sheds to see if I could help- just as they were finishing up. A well timed flushing of the milk filter saw my shoes completely covered, something I do believe was unintentional but well deserved none the less.
Down to Balclutha and I made a big mistake which saw us on a freshly sown track, requiring a re-convening at the aptly named ‘Reserve’ track instead. The Gold family were gracious hosts, and after carving through a big session with Dylan and Tayla, they offered to take Daniel with them for the next 24 hours so he could race the Karl Millar memorial. So while I followed that up by a session with Fletcher Benington, they headed back home to get ready for the big day.
Having the van to myself now didn’t change my plans, which was a night with Andrew of Ewan Allan Honda before a ladies only day at their place on the Sunday morning which turned out to be a great time with no end of southern hospitality.
I knew most of them from the local Honda Kids camp that happens in Waikaia every year, who we refined with throttle, clutch and technique work but it was the new face that really blew us away. I had to catch myself from being too proud when, not only did she learn to ride a two wheeler for the first time without hardly a scary moment or stall, but who then went on to launch off the small jump we had created, just like all the others. I couldn’t stick around to enjoy
it too much though as the racing called.
This whole trip had been organised around the Karl Millar Memorial so I could race it for the second year in a row, but the Sunday had been my only chance to do that ladies session, hence not being there until the final round of racing. As it turned out, thanks to some very generous local riders and organisers I was allowed to ride the very cool Southern series track in the final race of the day, the Senior Feature.
Aboard a 2013 CRF450R courtesy of Anthony from Balclutha Honda, I lined up and inherited the lead from Brent Scammell when he stalled in a turn before the finish line jump. Little was I to know that after a full on race against Campbell King which it looked like I had won, would I stall in that very same corner on the final lap only to let Campbell through for the victory. While it certainly hadn’t been intentional (I had been so focused on the attempted whip I was going to do over the finish line jump to remember to change down into second gear), neither was I too gutted as he had won everything else that day and deserved to take the glory.
So, reunited with Daniel we bumped our way back up the country with a stop at Noel Mays house for the night, eventually flying home having had yet another awesome time down south.