The Track...

I'm not sure I can put it into words. I'm not sure I can express through any electronic medium why I can't stop thinking about my next chance to get out to Grattan. I'm just not sure I'm capable, but I'll try. And I'll start with the butterflies.

Everyone out there knows this feeling. That sick feeling deep inside you. That feeling that has you doubting yourself and has you questioning what you are getting yourself into. I remember it distinctly while sitting on the "starting grid" last April. Waiting for the go sign, anticipating my first venture out onto a "race track." I had been told what to expect but what laid ahead was still a complete mystery to me. As soon as I saw the sign to head out onto the track, that feeling multiplied ten-fold. And that was only a non-competitive track day. A school. If I felt like that, I can't imagine how a club racer feels his first time lining up with 10, 20 or more bikes surrounding him. All of them waiting to drop the hammer on the drag race to turn one. How do they not throw up right there in their helmet?

Yes. I can now say I've been there before, if only once. This time, though, I'm moving up a level. It's no longer the "Goldwing Class" for me. I don't want to parade around Grattan this time. I want to turn it up just a notch. So when I'm on that starting line again this April 7th, those butterflies will be back. Actually, I'm pretty sure I'll feel the same way for track days I want to attend in May and October, too.

So how long does it take for the butterflies to clear, you may ask? Just about as long as it takes to get to that first turn. At that point, the butterflies are quickly replaced with excitement and a surge of adrenaline. That is the reason I'll be out there. That is my high. That is my drug of choice. Turn after turn, as the pace quickens lap after lap, nervousness is replaced with exhilaration. And while I will be in full concentration mode, I will be smiling and laughing the whole time. The excitement of being out there attacking the track. Not having to watch for the inattentive driver waiting to pull in front of me or the unexpected law enforcement officer waiting to end the fun. Focused only on the task at hand and maybe, just maybe, executing that task cleanly and smoothly. That is a great feeling. A feeling all too quickly replaced with another. Disappointment.

But disappointment isn't always a bad thing. You see, I won't be disappointed by anything that happens on the track. I will only be sorry that it is over because, before you know it, they will be waving the checkered flag. My indication that this session of fun is over and it's time to come back to earth. It is a very anti-climactic feeling, you can be sure. But it is only disappointing because it is such a rush to be out there playing in the twists and turns and that is disappointment I'll live with.

And that is why, even (or maybe especially) after only one track day, I am sitting at my desk, looking at the track layout. Thinking about some of the intricacies of certain turns. It is why I'm getting my do do list for the fizzer in order. It is why I'll be watching video of other riders' track days at Grattan. And most of all, my friends, that is why I can't stop imagining those butterflies fluttering in my stomach one more time.


Detroit Sportbike Track Day info
Grattan Raceway
NESBA
Sportbike Track Time

Yes, it's been forever. And it seems even longer since I've actually ridden the fizzer. The last time was October 31, actually, so it's been 3 months. I have sat on it and started it some since then, but that doesn't much count. So it's been a long winter. Even if the riding weather did extend well into December, I wasn't able to ride. You know, off season maintenance, right.

WRONG!!!

I haven't done one single thing that I had needed to do so far. The carbs.....not cleaned. Tune-up....nope. What about paint.....didn't think so. Brakes, tires.....of course not. What about stripping the front fairing for a sweet streetfighter.....You guessed it. No, I've been pretty busy lately with work and family so all that will come later. As long as it's done by April. That's right. Track day!

Though, while the bike is very important, I have discovered something else that needs alot of work. Before I can squeeze into that new one-piece leather suit I plan on buying, I'm going to have lessen my waistline measurement. Yes, I seem to be losing the battle of physical fitness and I can't let that happen. Heck, my bike is slow and underpowered has it is, I can't make it worse by weighing in at nearly 260lbs. So, I must take action. And there is no excuses available for this one. It has nothing to do with work or family, right?

So here are my fitness goals, to make 2007 a more enjoyable year, both on the bike and off.

Short Term (target date - April 1st)
-Get down to 240 lbs. I weighed in at 258 on January 29th, so that gives me 2 months to lose 18 lbs.
-Start a light cardio exercise routine.

Intermediate Term (target date - June 1st)
-Get down to 220 lbs. This is my ultimate target weight.
-Add in some additional exercises for muscle.

Long Term (November 1st)
-Still be 220 lbs. unless I learn more about Body Mass Index and find that muscle might cause my ideal weight to be somewhat higher.

I don't know how realistic it is for me to lose 40 pounds in 4 months. But I won't have any excuses if I don't. I'm sure of that. I sure can't imagine trying to fit into an off the rack leather suit with a midsection the size of mine, so I have to make this work. Not to mention, while my babydoll likes a little belly on a guy, I'm thinking the word little is key in that sentence.

So wish me luck.

But what do fat guys do with the other DSB members in the offseason. We entertain ourselves with some bad ass go-carts at Kart2Kart. Check it out on my Myspace page.