I try, try, try to save my Banzai runs for when I'm on a racetrack... but I still speed damn near all the time.
There, I'm fully armored, fully padded and the cornerworkers/medics can get to me in a matter of seconds if something happens.
Before I got into the track scene, I never really gave it a second thought. I always rode with the thought that I was invisible and that other drivers didn't give a damn - a philosophy that continues to serve me very well. I wore my leather when it was cold, and my tank top when it was hot. Rides usually began and/or ended at the local bar. I remember one summer night about six years ago blasting up and down Belmont Avenue on a friend's Road King, wearing a dress and heels. Sunday afternoons ended with a high speed blast from the state line back to the city... slicing and dicing through traffic on our Harleys as if they were sportbikes.
As the years have passed, I find I ride more aggressively than ever (I have the same comfort level and sense of control at 100 that I did at 70 five years ago), however, I have become a "convert" to the church of protective gear... to the point that I want to order myself a second set of armored leathers for the street.
I spend a lot of time on our local sportbike forum, providing counsel to new riders. The most frequently stressed points I make are
1. Dress for the crash.
2. Ride your own ride.
3. Learning never stops.
There, I'm fully armored, fully padded and the cornerworkers/medics can get to me in a matter of seconds if something happens.
Before I got into the track scene, I never really gave it a second thought. I always rode with the thought that I was invisible and that other drivers didn't give a damn - a philosophy that continues to serve me very well. I wore my leather when it was cold, and my tank top when it was hot. Rides usually began and/or ended at the local bar. I remember one summer night about six years ago blasting up and down Belmont Avenue on a friend's Road King, wearing a dress and heels. Sunday afternoons ended with a high speed blast from the state line back to the city... slicing and dicing through traffic on our Harleys as if they were sportbikes.
As the years have passed, I find I ride more aggressively than ever (I have the same comfort level and sense of control at 100 that I did at 70 five years ago), however, I have become a "convert" to the church of protective gear... to the point that I want to order myself a second set of armored leathers for the street.
I spend a lot of time on our local sportbike forum, providing counsel to new riders. The most frequently stressed points I make are
1. Dress for the crash.
2. Ride your own ride.
3. Learning never stops.