We returned to our home away from home, Thunderhill East, for AFM Round 7. The last event of the 2019 season was here already! The last eight months had flown by. Each round had taught me a little bit more; braking slightly deeper here, accelerating marginally faster there. I wasn’t winning (consistently), but I was getting closer. Any races that didn’t involve shuffleboarding my bike down the track or shooting off into a tire wall were a win in my book anyways. If I managed to stumble my way into the top three and received a little plastic trophy commemorating my exceptional luck, even better! This was my last chance to make a bid for those spots this season. One last chance to chip away at my PB, get my monthly adrenaline fix, and sacrifice another paycheck to the gods of going in circles real fast before everyone mothballed their bikes and gave their wallets a few months to recover over our temperate “winter” break.
Round 7 also determined the final points standings for the AFM 2019 class championships, if you kept track of those sorts of things. I hadn’t. At least, not until this point. After reorganizing my bookcase to fit my commemorations of exceptional luck from the last round, morbid curiosity got the best of me. I was lucky… but was I lucky enough to grab a spot on the novice class podium?