I know that, to everyone else, the notion seems to be out of the blue: “Why on Earth would you want a motorcycle? Aren’t they dangerous?”
Well, let’s see: I used to compete in SCCA Solo I. No, it’s not wheel-to-wheel racing, but it’s full-on, high-speed time trials in a race car, on race tracks, in full gear. I’ve driven Road Atlanta, Roebling Road, Daytona Motor Speedway and Charlotte Motor Speedway. It was nearly 20 years ago, but the love of machines and speed had been only dormant, not dead. I’d spent the intervening years playing with computer software, but deep inside, I missed the action.
A friend of mine, who’d raced dirtbikes in his youth, got a streetbike in the summer of 2006, and took me for a few rides as a passenger. I began thinking, “This is fun … but it would be much more fun on the front.” He offered to teach me to ride, but I wanted to just go off and learn on my own. You know –go away for a few days, and come back miraculously able to ride a motorcycle. Continue reading