Racing was just great last night.

Pointscore leader took the night off so it was my big chance to make up some ground on him. As fate would have it the guy running third on the pointscore was blisteringly fast and made up 5 points on me instead! To make matters worse the handicapper finally got wise and halved my handicap for the one lap screamer. Oh the pain...

In the end I made a miserable 3 points on the leader instead of 10. I hate being slow...

Funniest part of the night was the Miss'n'Out grade handicap. Riders were having trouble hearing the calls, so PShaw generously offered to be the relay caller 20m up the track. Trouble was the riders were then calling for an interpreter coz they couldn't understand the thick Scottish brogue Sorry Paul It was bloody funny tho.