The Track

I have friends who race their motorcycles at a pro racetrack.  For years, they've been cajoling me into joining them.  I've been tempted.  I just decided this is the year I'm going to go.  I'm joining a friend for a special day at the track on May 7th.

My friends say riding at the track is exhilarating.  You can let your machine rip without concern for SUVs, intersections or the police.  I've visited triple digits before (over 100 mph) but never for a sustained period.  On the track, there's no limit to how fast you can go.  My Yamaha is capable of 160 mph and I hear 140 mph is when things really get wild.  Plus, the curves and elevation-changes at a pro racetrack are designed to test your mettle with serious riding challenges.  I can't wait.

There are no racetracks in New York, so we'll travel to New Jersey.  Going to the track involves work because you need to modify your bike and wear adequate gear.  Mirrors must be removed from motorcycles (you don't use them); various parts are taken off (like your sidestand) because, when you lean the bike all the way over, you don't want them dragging on the ground; and antifreeze must be emptied from your bike because, if you crash, they don't want slippery liquid on the track. 

Also, you need to wear full leathers for protection in a crash.  I always wear my expensive Vanson jacket ($650) but need to add costly leather race-pants (around $500).  They have armor sewn in them.

Racing is, of course, dangerous.  But it's a calculated risk.  You don't have to ride over your head and I'm pretty knowledgeable about where that line is.  I plan to travel to the edge -- but not fall off the cliff.  In the process, I'm hoping to grin like a fool.  Good riding does that for me.

Would you ever do something like this?