The ‘C' word!

With the boss about to go have fun on one of Nick Crocker’s bikes (ex-Steve Hislop YZF750) at Sywell.

- Pip Higham

No, I don’t mean THAT C-word. Imean corners. They’re all over the place. Just when you’re enjoying yourself, having a bit of a blast, some killjoy goes and plonks a big turny corner thing in the way.

You may be under the impression that I don’t like corners. No, I’m just not very good at them. There aren’t any at all on Madeira Drive in Brighton; that suited me fine a few years ago. I blasted along there without a care in the world at the wrong side of 160mph and simply blazed the valves in my Katana motor into oblivion over the bumpy bit at the end, which was fine, occupational hazard, etc. The thing is, there were no corners there. I’d been to the sprint at Hartlepool a couple of years prior to that and guess what? Somebody had grafted a long, sweepy bit on the end of the track. I said: “Is that bit at the end a corner?” The reply was: “Nar Pip, this is a sprint, they don’t ‘ave corners mate.”