Nate and his buddies have been going to the race track to test their skills this past year. Nate used to race motorcycles 18 yrs ago, before marriage and kids. Track days are a fun way to still get out on the track, race around with your buddies, and burn off some of the middle aged doldrums.
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But this time it was my turn. I have been keeping this from the public eye for quite a while, a year in fact. Tucking my hair up inside my helmet and riding around town, I became the unknown biker chic. This Friday, I hit the track with the big boys and experienced track riding for the first time. They allowed all newbies to the track a couple of free sessions, so that you can see if it is something you would enjoy doing. I was incredibly nervous, and although I may look cool, I was the granny of the track, meaning that someone in a motorized wheelchair may have passed me in the corners. I did have some great speed moments on the back straight (113mph), and waved to the ambulance workers in the big horseshoe curve, because I was sure that I would be needing their services at any given moment.
My take on the day was that it was deflating at first. I cried about it several times on Saturday, and Sunday the jury was still out on whether there would be a rerun of Road Atlanta, but as of last night I think my time on the track is just beginning. I feel the need for speed! |
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| Evan and Austin came as pit crew and photographer. |
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| These are all guys from our town in an attempt to see who is top dog of the track. |
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| This is Tim, Nate's business partner and motorcycle enthusiast. |
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| Me again! |
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| I love this photo of him headed under the bridge. |
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