PROJECT SFR TEAM

Queensland State Championship 5/6 July 2003

The physical embodiment of the superfluid verve, emerged last week from a much needed metamorphosis, (due in part to graeman yet again testing the laws of physics and the frictional value of cowhide), to become the much anticipated true high octane, fire breathing, speed machine forecast for the state titles. Fueled at $8 a litre with a secret blend of mixed Elf and silkolene, the superfluid crew were beside themselves with giggles and squeals of delight.

After a disastrous wet second round of the Sportsmen’s club championship, it was decided that the poor performance (5th) wasn’t entirely contributable to graemans naff riding and bitumen surfing antics, the phrase “Couldn’t pull a boyscout of your grandmother” coming to mind before the bike decided that continuing was pointless and came to a stop on the sighting lap of the third race.

So at great expense to the superfluid purse and with three clicks of the heel, the bike was whisked away to that dark mystical place of abundant horsepower and verticle torque curves, by the guru and grand Poobah himself, Graham Woodward, race engineer of superfluid racing. After many days and nights of long meditation and the casting of many spells and incantations the guru re-emerged, with only days to spare, smiling clutching a list of modifications and replacement parts as long as Ahito’s arm.

With high expectations the superfluid crew stood around the bike in awe and wonderment, it appeared more powerful, sleeker, longer, wider, brighter, happier, and yet strangely the same. After much scratching of heads and mumbling it was agreed by all that it must be faster.