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Well peeps, it's happened to me again. Out w/ the fellas and ridin' damn well. The whole ride was a success and only had (1) mishap during the ride, and (1) when we got to the secret spot. He's okay and bike is in very good condition. Won't state any names, will leave that up to him if he wants to. Alot of the vets were on this one so the pace was very fast to say the least. Saw some new faces on this ride as well.
We hit some of our favorites roads and headed out to the spot. Had a bad feeling in my stomach and told myself to chillout there today. When we got out there, a guy on a ZX7 is ripping up the track pretty good. Seeing this, the testosterone level elevates. I don't even shut my bike off. He passes by at a nice clip, I turn in a bit behind him. After about 21/2 laps I catch and pass the guy. Must've taken his pride or something b/c he pulls off the track after that and leaves.
I pull to the side and wait for someone else to come around to hop in the action. It's DaPimp, X-Man, and Macio (Atl Boy). I get in the mix w/ them... We're only into the 2nd lap now and I'm really ridin' my front brakes harder than I ever have in my life. I'm breaking much later and much-much harder than normal out at this place. Not really gaining ground on these (3) fast Mofo's, but not losing any either. I come down on the back stretch FULLTHROTTLE!!! Grap a hand full of front break and everything goes to shits. My front tire jerks as if going into a tank slap, but b/f I know it... I'm on the ground tumbling. I can hear my bike sliding across the pavement as well. Over and over I tumble till I come to a stop. My bike stops much later than myself and is off in the woods. Scared to try and get up b/c I think I've finally broken something,I lay there half awake. Going over what has just happened in my head over and over again. I open my eyes to see L-Town standing over me. He asks if I'm okay, I ask him to help me up b/c actually I still don't know yet. As I stand up I see that everything is working properly and ask where my bike is. He points towards the woods. I'm not really upset about the bike and the fact that I wrecked it. I'm more pissed b/c there's NO explanation at this point for what the hell happened. I've never had a tank slapper while applying my front brakes but for some reason today it happened. I was riding no different than all the other times that we go out there. Other than being very aggresive on my breaking. I've never been affraid before, but now I can honestly say... I'm somewhat affraid. My biggest fear about ridin' on a track is that "That competitive spirit" comes out everything else goes out the window. I was ridin' my ass off and I paid for it by busting my ass. But why??? Where in hell did I fuck up? As I replay the scenerio over and over again in my head I did everything correct. I know not to be on the brakes that hard while into a curve. I hadn't even started my lean yet. I went down b/f the curve even starts. Any of you guys that race, maybe you can help me get some closure on this thing. I plan on going out there in the AM to try and figure out WTF happened. As far as injuries... I had my leather jacket on but had on a pair of pants. Most of you know that I ALWAYS wear shinguards underneath my pants. Had it not been for those my kneecap would be no more. I have a very nasty gash b/c after the 1st initial impact and due to the sliding it slid down a little. My left knee slightly scraped the concrete and left a big gash in my kneecap. If you were to look at that kneeprotector you'd say that I was pretty damn lucky. My jacket absorbed most of the impact. I have a cherry on my left shoulder and elbow. I also have a bruise on my ass uner where my wallet was (Must've burned the shit outta me or something). My helmet is totally fucked. I still think I have some rocks from the road embedded in what used to be covered by paint. Other than some emotional and confidence scarring I'm fine. Bike didn't farewell cosmetic wise, but I already have (2) of everything for it in the garage. My steering is tweeked a bit to the left so it's back to Sensei b/f taking it to Earl for a paint. Mamma asked me what happened to my bike w/ this look on her face. I told her that I laid it down. She doesn't seem to be upset... but at the same time she hasn't seen my kneecap yet :banned . As far as me ever ridin' on a Track, Makeshift track, pretend track, I'll let you guys have it!!! It's definitely fun, but too damn costly.
We hit some of our favorites roads and headed out to the spot. Had a bad feeling in my stomach and told myself to chillout there today. When we got out there, a guy on a ZX7 is ripping up the track pretty good. Seeing this, the testosterone level elevates. I don't even shut my bike off. He passes by at a nice clip, I turn in a bit behind him. After about 21/2 laps I catch and pass the guy. Must've taken his pride or something b/c he pulls off the track after that and leaves.
I pull to the side and wait for someone else to come around to hop in the action. It's DaPimp, X-Man, and Macio (Atl Boy). I get in the mix w/ them... We're only into the 2nd lap now and I'm really ridin' my front brakes harder than I ever have in my life. I'm breaking much later and much-much harder than normal out at this place. Not really gaining ground on these (3) fast Mofo's, but not losing any either. I come down on the back stretch FULLTHROTTLE!!! Grap a hand full of front break and everything goes to shits. My front tire jerks as if going into a tank slap, but b/f I know it... I'm on the ground tumbling. I can hear my bike sliding across the pavement as well. Over and over I tumble till I come to a stop. My bike stops much later than myself and is off in the woods. Scared to try and get up b/c I think I've finally broken something,I lay there half awake. Going over what has just happened in my head over and over again. I open my eyes to see L-Town standing over me. He asks if I'm okay, I ask him to help me up b/c actually I still don't know yet. As I stand up I see that everything is working properly and ask where my bike is. He points towards the woods. I'm not really upset about the bike and the fact that I wrecked it. I'm more pissed b/c there's NO explanation at this point for what the hell happened. I've never had a tank slapper while applying my front brakes but for some reason today it happened. I was riding no different than all the other times that we go out there. Other than being very aggresive on my breaking. I've never been affraid before, but now I can honestly say... I'm somewhat affraid. My biggest fear about ridin' on a track is that "That competitive spirit" comes out everything else goes out the window. I was ridin' my ass off and I paid for it by busting my ass. But why??? Where in hell did I fuck up? As I replay the scenerio over and over again in my head I did everything correct. I know not to be on the brakes that hard while into a curve. I hadn't even started my lean yet. I went down b/f the curve even starts. Any of you guys that race, maybe you can help me get some closure on this thing. I plan on going out there in the AM to try and figure out WTF happened. As far as injuries... I had my leather jacket on but had on a pair of pants. Most of you know that I ALWAYS wear shinguards underneath my pants. Had it not been for those my kneecap would be no more. I have a very nasty gash b/c after the 1st initial impact and due to the sliding it slid down a little. My left knee slightly scraped the concrete and left a big gash in my kneecap. If you were to look at that kneeprotector you'd say that I was pretty damn lucky. My jacket absorbed most of the impact. I have a cherry on my left shoulder and elbow. I also have a bruise on my ass uner where my wallet was (Must've burned the shit outta me or something). My helmet is totally fucked. I still think I have some rocks from the road embedded in what used to be covered by paint. Other than some emotional and confidence scarring I'm fine. Bike didn't farewell cosmetic wise, but I already have (2) of everything for it in the garage. My steering is tweeked a bit to the left so it's back to Sensei b/f taking it to Earl for a paint. Mamma asked me what happened to my bike w/ this look on her face. I told her that I laid it down. She doesn't seem to be upset... but at the same time she hasn't seen my kneecap yet :banned . As far as me ever ridin' on a Track, Makeshift track, pretend track, I'll let you guys have it!!! It's definitely fun, but too damn costly.