The Beginning

Part 1: How it all got started

So, I'm a 40-something person in the middle of the American Dream. I have also been riding motorcycles for the last 15+ years. Most of the riding I've done has been on the roads of Colorado and Texas clinging to various types of sport bikes. One day last October I wadded my Ducati ST4 going around a corner I've gone around dozens of times without so much as a bump. I wasn't going that fast, but it was enough to total the bike and crush my left leg. The injuries I received were all bruises, but the experience was a bit of a shock.

What I learned is that a motorcycle can crash even if you think you're doing everything right. In this case, I think my front tire was past due for a change. As a bonus, the State Patrol wrote me a ticket for careless driving, even though there is no evidence of that at all. (If you want to know how I REALLY feel about the State Patrol, see my other blog Officer Polyp ).

Now, I like riding motorcycles on the road. I like passing through traffic effortlessly. I like the thrill of cornering in the world class scenery available in the Rockies. I love speed and pushing the machinery to its limits. However, I hate the thought of going off the road into a tree, or possibly a bike rider or someone's oncoming car. As a result, I decided that it was time to move to the track. This blog will be a record of that attempt. It should be entertaining, might be painful, but probably will be both.