You have never really lived

unless you have been to a motorcycle race. Road Atlanta hosts one of the big races every year, and this year was no exception with the superbike showdown. The 2 top riders were neck and neck coming into the race this week. Saurday we took our friend Tim and his son Asher to races, and Sunday we took Nate's friend Scott. We got fantastic free tickets from a business man that Nate has on his board of directors for CTS. The tickets got us to the paddock area, and pit where the riders have all their bikes set up. I was only suppossed to go down on Sat and then have a free day Sunday, 12 hours with no kids or anyone else, but after the races on Sat I just couldn't resist the last one on Sun, because the number one rider crashed on Sat and ended up in 2nd place, so I wanted to see if he could take the win against the track favorite. (an older guy that I like) I seriously could be a groupie, it is so dadgum exciting I can hardly stand it. I love motorcycles like some women love chocolate. Watching someone that knows what they are doing is as beautiful as watching an excellent horse and his rider. Except so much better and louder. This is so not Nascar, I honestly don't know why this isn't as popular. You really don't want to see people wreck, you want to see a good battle going on, which is so exciting to see, because they weave in and out and switch places at nearly every turn. Also the grace and finese that it takes to ride like these guys is unbelievable, I ought to know, I'm married to a former racer. Long before we were married, I was Nate's pit crew, while he raced this circuit as a privateer. That means we were poor and had to pay for everything ourselves w/o a sponsor. He had one good season of racing where he took 3rd in a race before the expense got to much to bear. That is where I got my love of the bike and racing, watching all those races and seeing how talented you really have to be to haul yourself down a track at speeds of 190mph, brake hard as you come into a corner, shift your weight and throw your bike down as your knee slides along the asphalt. Wow!!! Heres to all the men in leather out there and the women that love them.