Foggy on Bikes
Carl Fogarty, four-time Superbike World Champion and bestselling author, draws on 18 years of international motorcycle riding to give readers a comprehensive guide to bikes, and how to ride them, from competition to leisure biking.He begins by describing how he started out in bike racing by going to race schools. Advice is given on how to get started in the sport before Carl explores all the key techniques which the novice rider will need in their repertoire.He goes on to talk about preparation for race riding, how you gear yourself physically through fitness, diet and teamwork for the demands of each race. Mental strength is just as important – how to block out danger, the different approach required for qualifying and racing, and how to treat the opposition.Then we take to the track, as Carl explores the essential components of competitive racing. With expert advice from Ducati’s top technicians, Carl stresses the importance of testing and set-up; race strategy is also covered – how and when should a rider overtake? There is Carl’s own insight into track management as he talks the reader round the Superbike circuits in Britain and the rest of the world. There is also a full review of other types of racing, such as Enduro and Motocross and a look at leisure road riding.The book combines personal experiences and anecdotes from Carl’s glittering career, with advice on how to improve their techniques.
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Foggy on Bikes
Carl Fogarty with Neil Bramwell
Neil Bramwell, who collaborated with Carl Fogarty in writing this book, is a freelance sports journalist. He is the former sports editor of the Blackburn-based Lancashire Evening Telegraph and a former BT Northwest Sports journalist of the year. This is his second book with Carl Fogarty, having previously co-authored his bestselling autobiography, Foggy.
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I was knackered. We had been riding for a couple of hours and had just reached the halfway point of a really tricky steep section called Walna Scar in the Coniston area of the Lake District. It was more suited to trial bike riding than trail bikes – a slippery gully filled with boulders, and water running off the top of the mountain. I remember once following Dougie Lampkin, the world trials champion, up there and he made it look easy. I had already fallen off three or four times but I still managed to catch a lad called Kevin Moore, who had come past me laughing his head off. He was always pretty quick up that section because he had strong legs from his days playing football for Swansea City, when they were at the top of the old First Division. Sure, you need strong arms for balance, but when you are trying to keep the bike upright and to push off the rocks when your wheels are spinning, all the effort comes from your legs.
I could just about see the dry stone wall, where we always stopped for a break and which served as a finish line for the ‘race’, and saw a chance to overtake Kevin at the last minute. So I went for the tightest of gaps, he came across and we smacked into each other. I fell off, but he fell underneath me and we were both howling with laughter as we scrambled to pick the bikes up and reach the wall first. For the record, I won!
During the break, the banter was flying round about the exploits on that last section. Another mate of mine, Austin Clews, a director of a company in Blackburn called CCM which makes motorcycles, came round to have a good look at the new bike I was riding, a Suzuki DR400. It was a bit lighter than the other bikes because I was still struggling with my injured arm. Then, before we’d hardly had a chance to catch our breath, someone shouted, ‘Right, we’re off!’
The next section was also full of rocks and shale, so I decided to try and ride on the moorland grass, thinking I would manage to get up to the top if I got a good enough run at it. By this time the weather had closed in and I could hardly see more than a few yards ahead because of the mist. I just about made it over a little ridge at the top of the slope when the engine suddenly cut out. Every time I tried to start it, it died straight away, and I was getting more and more tired just trying to hold the bike up on the steep slope. It did not have a kick-start, so I was worried that the battery would go flat. Everyone else had cleared off. I could barely hear them, never mind see them.
When the bike eventually fell over, I decided to go back down the hill and try to start the thing on the way down. It would not bump-start because it was sliding on the grass, and even the electric-start would not work.
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