
If you've not heard, a "track day" involves riding your motorcycle on a track as fast as you like (as long as you aren't reckless and a danger to others). There are bike, gear and behavior requirements, control riders to keep everyone in check, and you're put into a group of riders with a similar skill level.
For me, it was a chance to push the limits in corners - not something I'm willing to do on the road. On a track, if I mess up, I'll most likely slide, scratch up my pretty bike, and watch in agony as somebody carts it off to the pits. On the road from Jerome, if I mess up, well...I envision cliffs, medi-vac, EMT's...yikes, I don't wanna know!
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Bye-bye chicken strips. Achievement of the day. |
I could care less about top speed (I didn't see much over 100 MPH), and I usually eased up on the straight and used it as an opportunity to let someone who was itching to pass go on through. I'd rather have those guys where I can see them. The thing I was most scared of going into my first track day was other riders! But nobody acted like I was in their way, and I taped up my mirrors so I couldn't see anyway!
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The worst injury I suffered was a bump from bending to get my gear out of the car. |

Oh...and there's usually a pro photographer on site, so you walk away with proof of a couple of truths, depending on how you look at life: "Damn, I'm a bad ass!" or "I though my knee was closer to the ground!" You get to decide.
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