This pic popped up in my gallery earlier today – the man himself – Kevin Schwantz —
I remember him pass under my nose on his beam end down the side of the pit wall at over 150mph during practise at Eastern Creek – Sydney for the 1995 500 Grand Prix —
Kevin had grabbed a handful of brake at the end of the 160+ main straight and locked the front – the handsome Suzuki went straight down – shedding the rider who disappeared into the kitty litter – still on his backside —
Seconds later he sprinted past me in the opposite direction with the arse hanging out of his leathers – the only thought in his head was to get back to the garage and be out there on his spare bike —
What was I doing on the pit wall in Oz? Sweating over the Pit Board for Neil Hodgson that’s what.
I would get a radio message from our mechanic positioned on the back straight behind the stand giving me overall position – times and other info re the guy immediately behind. I had but seconds to pick the bones out of it – get the message on the board and hang it out just before our rider flew past into that first corner of the next lap. Too soon with the board and it was blocking the view for riders nearer the front – too late and you weren’t popular in your own camp.
With milli-seconds at stake it was enough to make anyone sweat 🤠