In the words of Tyler, you're not your f#*%ing khakis.
I agree that they may be a little detatched. But I've got to argue against what you said about paying six bucks and going to see the movie.
Score a used bike somewhere, or just use the one you have now. Someone a few months back posted that a guy was club racing his old 70's Gold Wing in competition. Someone just the other day posted that they took their wife's EX500 to the track instead of their CBR1100XX, and actually did better on the Kawasaki. You don't need a CRB600 or an R1 to get some juice flowing. Besides, it's extra rewarding to blow off some dude on the latest tackle on your 'Wing. You would feel like God.
Nothing says you have to run a new set of Rennsports every trip. You can just use some BT-10's you got on the cheap, or Joey Squids D208 take-offs from last week. Hey, they still got some tread left.
I just saw a set of Dainese leathers on E-bay go for 250.00 in my size, US 44. At least they will in 7 minutes. They're lightly damaged, but definately servicable.
Insurance doesn't cover what you do at the track, so you're clean. Besides, you'll get all your speeding done at the track so you won't on the road, bing bang boom, no more tickets, your insurance rates go down. I know, it's a bit of a stretch, but hey, give me this one?
One of the things I thought about last year was that I don't want to be at the end of my life and say that I didn't do something I really wanted to. Robert Pelton, a person who has done a whole lot for this world and made me think more than anyone before him, said, "Adventure is not about papering your gray Herman Miller foxhole with cool pictures ripped out of magazines. Adventure is about pushing yourself, discovering your own worlds, writing your own itinerary...Adventure is about living adventurously 24/7, 365 days a year, year after year until you drop dead of with a smile on your face."
You could die tomorrow. Would you die unhappy?
The difference between simply being entertained and actually doing something with yourself is a huge gulf, but upon second glance it's not as scary as it seems. People always want to do the easy thing, and imagine what they would LIKE to be like, when they could be out there becoming what they want rather than just playing make-believe.
I have yet to get to a track, but I will soon. It's something I want to do, something I want to see if I'm good at. I worry about crashing and injury from cars, guardrails, street signs, lakes, rivers, gravel, trees, dirt, tractors, little Johnny who wants to run and get some candy, insects, pigeons, those little reflectors in between the lines f#*%ing with my traction, what's behind that blind curve, tar lines, toll booths, that ahole in the Suburban on the cell phone, high winds, ice...you get the picture. I can't afford to crash my bike, but I ride it anyways. "Only with great risk, comes great reward."
And those leathers? The URL is below, if you don't believe it. They just went off for $255. I should have never bought new...
--The Fox
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