Lake Elsinore Grand Prix
You gotta love the Elsinore Grand Prix. Where else can a bunch of average joes on their average bikes get together and race through city streets and hills? To celebrate this last bastion of racing freedom, two members of our group decided to give the big race a go this year. Madman Motozilla (Paul) took his GS and Carl entered his LC4.
To show our support (and get in on some of the good riding around Lake Elsinore), the rest of us packed up our bikes and all headed over for the big race weekend.
Saturday started off with a two-hour practice session on the track. Paul put the finishing touches on his GS (removing various components and putting a 21" up front) and we rode over to the starting line. (Editor's note: I was really impressed with how the Elsinore police department handled the event. The rules were relaxed a bit, and bikers of all kinds were zooming around doing fun stuff downtown that would normally bring about a serious fine or two. No-one was hurt off of the track, and the atmosphere was nothing but fun.)
That night, Jimmy Lewis and a few of his friends showed up at the campfire for a nice evening of the usual biker BS. Because the main race event didn't start until 1:00 pm on Sunday, we decided to head out on a local ride the next morning to start the day off right. It was quite a treat to watch Jimmy take his GS around the hills of Elsinore. That guy handles the big 1150 like it weighed 200 lbs.
After wrapping up the morning ride, it was time to head back over to the track and get ready for the big race. Carl and Paul were pumped and ready to ride. In addition to Paul's GS, Ricardo Kuhn was out there on his BMW and another guy had entered a new KTM 950 Adventure S. It was great to see those big bikes out there; they were clearly the crowd favorites.
Then it happened... the most amazing get-off of the entire race. Yup, you guessed it. It was our man Motozilla. When he went down, the crowd went absolutely nuts. After Paul stood up and raised his arms in the air, the roar of approval from onlookers was deafening. Luckily, he wasn't seriously injured, but the bike didn't fare as well. The GS ended up with a bent telelever, bent subframe, seriously dented tank, broken nose assembly and bent engine guard, just to name a few. But damn, was it worth it. (Incidentally, Ricardo went down almost immediately after Paul.)
Carl ended up being the only racer we knew personally who finished the race. Considering it was his first race in about 20+ years (on a 300 pound bike, to boot), he had a fantastic run.
What a weekend...