Wayne Gardner thrill rides
By Stephen Corby · 11 Oct 2006
There was a time in my life when I would have, given the chance, quite unashamedly thrown my arms around Wayne Gardner and hugged him — I was that much of a fan.Yet I recently did both during a four-lap fang around Eastern Creek on the back of Gardner's fearsome Honda Fireblade — an experience that was the most physically and emotionally exhausting and exhilarating eight minutes I've ever lived through.The former 500cc world champ is, as you'd expect, an absolute Steve Waugh-level legend of a bloke in person, and he laconically explained that he normally does pillion hot laps only for charity.The going price at auction for two laps with Gardner is around $6000, and apparently a few of the lucky bidders haven't even made it that far before they've begun pounding on his back with their fists in a panicked entreaty for him to slow down."But you'll be right. If you've ridden bikes before, you won't be scared," he grinned at me, somewhat maniacally.The 46-year-old, who attends the Eastern Creek Ride Days every month to blow the cobwebs out, bade me climb on the disturbingly elevated rear seat of his Honda — a 1000cc machine that weighs just 176kg and pumps out a silly 123kW — and went through the survival methods I would need for our hot laps.Under acceleration, I would link my arms, and fingers, around his waist, and hang on as if I was being dangled over a cliff, but then, under braking, I would have to let go and place my hands on the tank, to brace myself.At the same time, it was important not to hold him too tightly, because he would need room to "get off the bike" to go around the corners.Down the straight, where Gardner had been hitting 295km/h in his rather heated solo warm-up laps, he explained that I would have to tuck in behind him "or else the wind will just blow you straight off the back."We burst out of the pits at ohmygod speed, and, within 20m, the front wheel was waving gaily in the air — a gut-gurgling experience from my seat.Gardner kept accelerating, stupidly hard, towards the hairpin left-hander that is Turn Two, and then applied the brakes with all the subtlety of an AllBlacks haka.Even pushing back as hard as I could against the fuel tank, I couldn't keep my backside on the seat, and I found myself rising dangerously high into the air.Falling off wasn't my biggest fear, because I was more concerned about the embarrassing fashion in which I was mounting Gardner's back.Tipping into the corner, he shook his head angrily and wriggled furiously, reminding me that I had to loosen my boa constrictor grip and allow him to drop his knee — and the bike — to the ground.This might seem like a scary experience, but these slow, low corners were the only time I could actually relax a little and breathe, before the brutality of our acceleration towards the next bend, and the physical battering of braking, knocked the wind out of me again.Coming out of Turn Three at what felt like terminal velocity, the front wheel pointed at the sky again and stayed there as Gardner changed up a gear and we fell down the hill towards Turn Four.His pace around the Corporate Hill section of the track was blistering, bordering on unbelievable, and when we hit the straight — where we managed 275km/h — the air rush smashed my helmet into my head, and my head into my rib cage.Then came Turn One, a fast sweeper that we attacked at over 200km/h.Words simply cannot explain the strange mixture of elation and fear this bend inspired.For the next few laps, I fought as hard as I could to stay on the bike, resorting to jamming my balled fists into the tank in an only partly successful attempt to keep my butt somewhere near the seat under braking.I did manage to perfect a hoop-arm technique that allowed Gardner to throw his body off the bike and corner as he pleased, and I even became reasonably comfortable with riding around on one wheel — a trick he carried on for about one-third of the track's distance on our cool-down lap.I thanked Gardner as profusely as my collapsed lungs would allow and told him that no motorsport experience I'd ever endured — hot laps in V8 Supercars, thrill rides with rally drivers — had even come close to this."Ah, cars are rubbish; nothing can match a bike," he grinned."The great thing about being on a bike is that you're totally part of it, you're completely involved. There's nothing else like it. I just love it."The grinning blokes watching from the pit wall informed us that, even with me on the bike, Gardner's times were faster than the best riders there had managed that day riding solo.I was so grateful, I almost hugged him again. For more on Eastern Creek Ride Days, call 1300 793 423 or go to www.easterncreekridedays.com.auStephen Corby is a senior roadtester for the CARSguide team whose work also appears in the Sunday Telegraph.