Now, for a trip down memory lane. Here’s a repeat of something I wrote when I first learned about serious racing at MARCC Race School. Back in 2001, I think.

I’ve got my race bike prepared. I’ve got my leathers, boots, helmet, and other safety gear. Now I just need to figure out what I’m doing. That means I take the local racing school to learn about the basics of racing. In other words … I know diddly.

I sign up for the class way in advance. They tell you to show up on Friday night to be tech’d out. I do. Unfortunately, I can’t find anybody to look at my bike. None of my friends show up that night either. I’m sitting there seriously wondering what the hell I’m doing. I finally fall asleep in the back of my Explorer …. with my feet hanging out the end of the open rear hatch.

6:30 AM Saturday morning I am awoken by people roaming by snickering at me sleeping in the truck. Oh well, time to get up anyway. I start looking around and finally find the people in charge of the race school. They tell me to bring my bike over to be tech’d out. I pass easily. (Thanks to my buddies!!!) I then suit up and begin the waiting-in-line process. I do notice that it’s already a bit warm.

Hmmm … not a good omen.
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