Well took my last ride on Zina yesterday, and it was a sad one and a happy one at the end of it. It will be my last ride until 2018 for reasons I can't get into here.
Nevertheless, last year I did 4 or 5 trackdays and ever since doing that I am absolutely hooked. I eventually want to move up to some CCS Amateur class (if they even do it at summit point). But I think initially upon my return in will be back to school for an MSF Advanced Course to knock the dusty off.
Yesterdays ride consisted of me and my old man riding around central NJ. He on his GSXS1000 I was able to mount my GoPro on his non-eliminated stock OEM fender. After not riding for about two months, the first 15 minutes consisted of "Woah, this thing is fast" and "Ok...where is that again" which kinda has me concerned for when I get back. I can only fathom how rusty I will be at riding the street let alone the track!
Upon the afternoon timeframe about 5 hours into it, it dawned on me that I really am leaving my bike. Granted to most people our bikes are just a hobby, a secondary mode of transportation, but I'd like to think that for us that are passionate about them, they are more than that. They have a sort of soul that you get connected to over the miles that you two endure and the blood, sweat, and tear...I mean finances you put into her upkeep. For me, it was always the long rides home, or the night time riding. I trusted my high horse to get me home during those times and she delivered. Over 20,000 miles I have put on her since I picked her up May 29th, 2013 and not a single I regret.
That evening I was packing to head home. Bike would stay at my parents, despite "friends" willing to "store" my bike. I looked at her, dormant in activity, like a beast that went into hibernation yet wanted out and we parted ways. On my way home, I thought a lot of the track life. How many friends I've made, what lessons I've learned and sacrifices I have made. I will miss it terribly this season but am looking forward to it in 2018.
Until we meet again old friend, may your roads be like a good martini-dry, with a twist.