It was getting very hard for me too, as I haven’t ridden sand for a year. Now, ideally I should’ve been settling in, finding my sand legs so to speak. But as I was shadowing a Jap I couldn’t stick to one track as they’d madly fishtail from one track over to the other, making deep, unpredictably oscillations in the porridge-like sand.
Last year, on our way to the R.A.W. week I also fell along the West Coast. Metaljockey was riding ahead of me. MJ is an awesome rider, but he does things differently to me. Firstly he’s very tall. Secondly he rides a 650. So he sits in most sand, now and then poking out a spidery leg and conserving energy. This also means that he would change tracks quite often, drifting from the one track to the other, staying upright and doing a lower speed than me.
So I would fall back, accelerate, catch up with him, get caught in one of his sitting-lane-change-trenches, almost lose it, slow down, let him go, etc. I should’ve overtaken him, pure and simple, but in trying to be ‘nice’ I didn’t. The result was that as I was accelerating back to me and the HP2’s sweet-spot speed in sand, I approached a corner – and my front wheel found one of his moats. Result!
Suddenly I had that same feeling again. I would accelerate to pass a Jap when he’d suddenly change lanes. Unlike Metaljockey he had no control. But the effect was similar – I didn’t have a straight rut in front of me. Only a jagged, deep rut that switched from the left track to the right track every couple of meters.
I cannot tell you how many times I almost fell. You know the feeling: You realise this is getting out of hand. But somehow you save it. You giggle, curse, shout, all at once. Then you hit the next deep, unpredictable rut left by an erratically riding Jap.
When Tohru feel for the umpteenth time I made a decision. We were all grown-ups. I was going to pass him and every other Jap. That way I could ride the sand, without dealing with their erratic riding. Now and then I’d sit down or stop, see if they were okay and take it from there. Behind me Roger, Gerber and Warren were sweeping. We were taking strain.