i used to race dirt bikes. loved it. kept me sane. but, as your mom always told you, "those things will kill you."
well, it didn't kill me but instead broke more bones than i can count, including my neck, and more head injuries than i quite literally can remember. it has been almost 5 yrs since i twisted a throttle in anger and i still miss it sooooooo much. nothing quite like going 80+mph through the dez. the focus and the concentration required just kinda took you to another place. like being in the eye of a tornado. all this chaos is surrounding you but your perfect. just epic when it all comes together. by time you got back to truck at end of day, you were ready for whatever nonsense the next week could bring. what could it do, i almost died 6 times today but didn't. you got nothing for me!
i also tried a little road racing on my electric bike, wish i had more time to work on this. i think i could have been fast.
this is my first time EVER on a road track with my Zero FXS. by the end of the day i had chopped over 10 sec off my lap time.
laters,
me